From The Merit of Light
By: Stephen Rifkin - Sep 19, 2014
As you quit the village,
In the strange economy of motion,
And into a humane sky, steer on the road
Cascading, onrushing, with you,
The essential lift and tumult steady.
A line of pursuit thrums in the psyche.
Fast at the wheel,
As you slalom down cypress, past poplar,
And through olive grove,
And distance from disaster your old life,
You look high and away to thick, ochre walls of the new.
We drive through each other,
Journeying to separate haunts.