by David R J Sealey
With windows wound down
and smoke billowing away behind,
whipping ghost-white past dark hedgerows,
I drove and drove and drove.
The moon hung low in my rear-view
I watched it become consumed by clouds,
“Came looking here for answers…”
and I just longed to sing along.
A sudden swerve, a screech of brakes,
a heraldic chorus of broken glass,
a frozen rollercoaster photograph.
“Did you get what you wanted?”
my musical epitaph.
I fell past fast rushing tarmac,
I fell past a smashed dashboard clock,
I fell through a hole in time and space,
I fell through my life at breakneck speed.
I fell for you at the side of the road,
bloodied and bruised and beautiful
as we waited together
to be bathed in blue light and borne away
by our white-walled chariot.