The Mignight Road

The road that twists
toward the horizon
is black and nonexistent
under the moon that is hidden behind
a sheet of clouds.
The night has obscured the trees around us
and has blanketed
our destination in darkness.
Our car’s steel frame closes
in on us as we race
a glowing point in the sky sheet
to the line ahead where
dark grey meets black.
Yellow orbs in pairs
float in unison
and grow together as they
approach us.
The cars we pass are nothing but
metal and rubber shapes gliding along
the concrete trail
operating by themselves.
The human that was controlling them in daylight
has vanished in
Night’s shadow.