While Driving Alone At Night From The Law School Poem by RIC BASTASA

the rain starts to fall
and so i close the window and then
meet the face of
silence

it has sleepy eyes
pale skin and a tiny mouth like a scar

since it is dreary
and i feel like a prisoner inside a moving cubicle
i begin to talk to myself
as though
i have someone other than myself

the more i talk
and the more i answer my own questions
the more i have become enlightened
who am i
and what i can possible do under the
circumstances

the night is solemn and i have known
a friend
and we now know that we like each other's company
and we love
to be home again

for sure.