Night Driving

Swaddled in darkness we question the roads length
underneath the t-shadows of telephone-poles
We burn field after field 
with splashes from our headlights
the only light in the endless night

In total three raccoons crossed our path

and one unknown, a cat or maybe a fox

Dashing across the road like rolling lightning

Making us swerve. We saw No possums

unlike two weeks ago

When springs first warmth lured life out

To be ambushed in the night by rain

Before us

Fog huddles in dense dreams

and we burst through like a bullet

running over nothing

I think I saw

a dead possum clinging to the roadside

but you can never tell for sure

it may have been pretending

Wheels rub asphalt the right way

making the road purr

In the dead of night we listen
as mock sirens sing through the speakers
and we attempt in vain to hoist the tunes 
to altitudes too high for our voices
And I forget the words, but that's fine
they don't belong to me anyway
Like time -- running through my fingers
out the window, gone.