Driving through a forest at night
Down hill most of the way

Feeling the pull of home
The forest looks twice as dark

When you have become 
Used to street lights

If the road is unfamiliar
You become tired

But you don't notice at first
By the time you are near home

It hits you
Hard

The roads are twisty and fog
Rolls across the pavement

On-coming lights blind you
And inevitably it will rain

©April 18, 2025

Diane E. Dockum