Speeding Poem by david e golledge

Heading out into a clear night
and the universe unfolds ahead.

Full visibility, Alpha to Eta,
Orion's Belt above the dashboard and
a ripe pink moon rises
in the West.

The glow of orange cities
brightening the horizon.

Heading into the night
a lone traveller maintains a constant
four score and ten,
moving closer
with each second.

A lonely soul made criminal,
speeding to catch the balm
of his laughter.