Poem 11

Driving in the dark
Doubts haunting like the shadowy mountain range afar
The air cool and thin
Bumping along a narrow road punctuated by puddles and dirt
Going beyond houses barricaded by high fancy walls with bright lights and landscaped foliage
Into rougher terrain and corner shops and fellas on the block
Still my heart does not pop
For all roads lead somewhere and even in the dark

there’s light ahead