wandering

crashing through the night
air compressing and expanding
right outside the window
rolled down

powerfully close to the edge

red lights waving nonchalantly
exiting highways
fanning out

thumbs locked on the wheel
thinly in control
inches away from metal on metal

wind explains away
eyes wide open

headlights on low beam
rectangles of white flip past
one, two, three

the skies empty up
space for vehicles
pulsing across the countryside