National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 13
HIGH BEAMS
(Easter Sunday)
A car approaches on the dark horizon,
a tiny prick of twinkling light,
hurtling toward me at double my speed.
By faith I trust it will keep to its lane
while the plane of light intensifies.
Shielding my eyes against the glare
I grow aware its beams are on high,
expecting any moment a switch down to low
out of politeness. The answer is no.
Annoyed I grip the wheel tighter,
the on-coming light, like a comet on fire,
blinding my entire field of vision,
brighter and brighter and brighter and brighter.