Wesley McNair, "Driving to Dark Country"

DRIVING TO DARK COUNTRY

Past where the last
gang of signs

comes out of the dark
to wave you back,

and past the telephone
wires lengthening

with the light of someone
beyond the next hill

just returning,
a slow single line

will take the eye
of your high beam. Around you

will be jewels
of the fox-watch.

Great trees will rise up
to see you passing by

all by yourself
riding on light.

-Wesley McNair

                                from his Twelve Journeys in Maine