I Was Never There

I Was Never There

Traveling this lonely highway,
occasional headlights
the only break in the darkness,
I count oncoming white lines
as they flash before me,
pass beneath me, each one
as familiar to me as the numbers
on my dash that measure my progress.

My surroundings may be
hidden by the darkness,
but I’m not lost. I’ve traveled
this road so many times
that every curve wraps itself
around me. The rumble strip
knows my name, warns me
when the siren of sleep beckons.

Longing to reach the other end,
I wonder if the road is all there is.
Am I meant to be anywhere
but where I am, passed by mile marker
after mile marker, the road passing
beneath me while I remain
stationary, one more element
in the night, yet never really there?

 

This is my response to Poetics: Are you listening? – the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem that uses two titles from a provided list of podcasts, keeping all words in order and changing only punctuation, if necessary. My poem includes “Rumble Strip” and “Not Lost.” Also, I’ve used another podcast title, “I Was Never There,” as my title.

28 thoughts on “I Was Never There

  1. I was tempted to use that line as my title and am glad I didn’t as it fits your poem better. I’ve never driven on an American highway, only on a British motorway, which is very different. But I have watched films and read books that gave me an idea of what it would be like. Your poem has brought it to life for me, Ken. My favourite lines:
    ‘but I’m not lost. I’ve traveled
    this road so many times
    that every curve wraps itself
    around me…’

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