I saw myself tonight... reflected in the hills and as I drove home the moon lit up the low-creeping fog like ghosts making a spectacle of themselves for attention from us mortals and the streetlights turned so slow testing my patience it was like they were egging me on making a mockery of my lack of tranquility and when I passed that one house with the pond it's my favorite house usually so bright and beautiful two car garages and a variety of trucks trampolines and pools and rich wouldn't you know the house was shut up even the wealthy won't look at me and I twisted and turned down the curves and across bridges and under branches I thought I knew my way around could drive this road with my eyes shut but wouldn't you know the construction workers were out late gnawing on granola and warm water telling me, "turn around!" like I was just supposed to know my way home from a new perspective so as I reversed, over weeds and fallen bramble and beaten, worn paths I once again found the hills looked deep into myself and thought, hey maybe life just ends up this way