[9:20 a.m.] [2003-08-27]
[Let Us Sleep (A Poem)]

There are miles of highway between here and where I think I want to be and now I can only sleep in a car that is moving down the highway. High beams and construction signs are my night-lights. My bed is so still and dark. Something so familiar in the rumble of the road, the constants with us, tires on pavement, white dashed lines, and the moon. She is following our progress.

The witching hour is too much time alone and too quiet to keep my eyes focused on the road. I think new thoughts in the times when everything behind us disappeared. The world consisted of so many things before, now only the destination and miles of road behind.

There are quiet times creeping in from all sides. The darkness rolls over the pavement keeping us isolated from worlds of chaos. It is easy to forget in the dark. Here we are free. Here we are together. Here we are and the sun is rising now.

The world is changing in rays of dawn. I can see the lives we pass out the passenger window. I can see miles of road ahead. I can no longer sleep soundly.

We are leaving pieces of ourselves in the distance between here and there. We are guiding ourselves by the familiar things. We are so far away. We are almost there. We are almost home.

I am so tired. I need to sleep. Please turn the car around and drive. Drive until we run out of gas. Drive until the tires are tired. Drive until I can no longer recognize anyone else.

Let the road blur around us. Let us become just another traveler. Let us be the night-light for someone else. Let us sleep. Let us dream. Let us be. Let us be together like this until the moon returns or we run out of road.

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