Driving Through the Night

Midnight blue it was,

above,

and black the sides.

A tunnel through

the ribbons of

red reflectors and

yellow lights

strung alongside

trucks.

Black it was,

black on black

and silver when

headlights dialed onto

the guardrails,

staccato silver

sentries in the dark.

Beyond the

mountains’ cleavage

the moon rose

turning midnight sky

to gray

and valley to

silver.