I made the rising moon go back <br />behind the shouldering hill, <br />I raced along the eastern track <br />till time itself stood still. <br /> <br />The stars swarmed on behind the trees, <br />but I sped fast at they, <br />I could have made the sun arise, <br />and night turn back to day. <br /> <br />And like a long black carpet <br />behind the wheels, the night <br />unrolled across the countryside, <br />but all ahead was bright. <br /> <br />The fence-posts whizzed along wires <br />like days that fly too fast, <br />and telephone poles loomed up like years <br />and slipped into the past. <br /> <br />And light and movement, sky and road <br />and life and time were one, <br />while through the night I rushed and sped, <br />I drove towards the sun.<br /><br />Nancy Fotheringham Cato<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-4/
