Rainy Nights When The Highway Becomes A Looking Glass Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Mirror, mirror, on the pavement black
the night has doubled and reflects the track
of on-coming headlights piercing the dark,
a barrier of air, menacing and stark.

It’s disconcerting, seeing two of everything,
light refracted and frenetically dispersing.
A traffic light’s red blinking
gets me thinking

about danger, about the color red
and people I’ve never known, now dead,
who met their demise on a silvery street
betrayed by the man in the driver’s seat.

The rain is lulling on the windshield’s sprawl,
each dropp a mirrored ball.
Alone in my car, I feel conflicted,
both happy and sad, and contradicted.