The times I couldn’t sleep, between the blinds
I watched the cars that prowled the midnight streets
And wondered where their passengers were headed,
The silhouettes behind the windshields,
Existing for a moment in between
Two darkened houses on the intersection
Where people slept, as people ought to do,
Not still be on the road so far from home.
I wonder if, when I am on the road
At night, some sleepless child looks out the window
And sees another faceless silhouette,
And if the people whom I used to watch
Would make it home those nights, turn off the car,
And turn in, fast asleep in darkened houses.