vision

When we, daring, drove under the bridge,
for a moment I felt what it was
to be under a train as it passed-
violent, rumbling, fast.

When we drove up the hill to the top,
I felt myself slide, sinking back-
back in my seat, toward its rhythm and heat
furtively, half-asleep, halfway packed.

When we sat at the light, waiting there,
I collapsed into dreams unaware.
Impatient, I knew I had places to go,
Yet I felt with a pang that I'd never go home.

When we sped off again at the green,
I thought on the things I had seen.
In the light of the train and the light of the moon,
I think that I saw the sad future too soon.