Flashing (lights)

Light comes flickering off passing cars
	My only moon
	Leaves moving shadows
	
Thundering lights sound a (silent) horn
I lay for hours to listen
With stones under my back

Speeding		Rushing			Meandering

A break in the flurry of wind artificial
Blurred white and red (streamers)
	Like flashing pictures and moments saved
I rest looking up at the bridge
Looking up at structural beams square
Looking up at pipes round

Routes 			Directions 		Destinations

Shadows sweep 70 
	Long short long reverse
	Made in night time rush

Laying on my back under the bridge
I hear the cars

I’m cold
My fingers are cold
I feel my fingers on my face -on my cheek

A car travels slower 
	It’s passed
A rock beneath my foot slips
 	I am firm
I am at an angle
I find purchase 
I am steadfast
Then I look forward
Pillars receding nearer
Three leading
		To two
		Two leading		
			To one
One leading
Flashing (lights)