MIGRATION

it was the small towns.
the darkness and lone streetlight loneliness
of the small towns and villages
along the night highway.
the car moved west.
he no longer drove.
it was impossible.
half the human race was insane
and his response was dangerous.
he looked out the car window at the small towns
on either side of the highway.
he was a long way from where he should be.
a woman drove the car
into something he did not know
a shroud of undefined denouement.
he suddenly felt lost.
as if something irreplaceable
had been taken from him.
he looked out the window at the small towns
lit by lonely lights.
it was past midnight
and there was
a long way to go.