Broken yellow lines
stretch out before me
white lines bordering the blackness
the moon rises up ahead

A beacon, lighting my way
as I travel this life
following the hills
up and down

Occasional stretches of flatness
to the point of boredom
not a tree or bush
or creature to change the mood

The occasional beams
of another's eyes
as we pass
strangers in the night

Then up ahead
a curve in the road
a herd of deer
I swerve to avoid

Heart racing now
as the curves continue
surrounded by trees
waiting for the next creature to emerge

Sulfurous skunks
and prickly porcupines
and the amusing ring-tail cat
now pepper the drive

All senses alive
as I grip the wheel
living life to its fullest
as the highway continues