Johnny Boy

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,

The configuration of trees against the blackness of

Night. The yellow markings glistening in the dark;

Gripping the wheel, driving by a school, a church,

The eye begins to see a shucked cornfield wishing for spring.

 

In a dark time, the eye begins to see the luminous

Stars, heavenly bodies that gaze into the darkness.

Controlling the brakes, driving by a store, a police station,

The eye begins to see oil spots every 100 feet wishing to be clean.

 

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,

The long, dark, silent, foreboding road,

As it stretches out in front of him;

The scarce and lonely buildings surround his vision.

As John is driving home, his phone casts a light in his vehicle, 

He reaches out –

 

A pedestrian is now in critical condition.

Sirens and lights blaze around him.

John’s life is changed;

Knowing the clock will never

Turn back in time.