reflections of sunlight

i see the distortion
of the sky
in the concave windows of
the white work van
in front of me
above me is a sea
of roiling gray
but reflected
back at me is
glimmers of sunshine
beckoning fron the
infusion of distorted
clouds and i
don’t know what is real
the vision playing
in front of me
or the nothingness above
i begin to wonder
to worry
why is it that
the beauty is always
just behind me
never in front of me
never the goal
i’m heading towards
but the thing
that i seem
to be running from
not on purpose
maybe it’s running
from me
in reverse
playing hide and seek
with the sun
maybe it’s the world
inside that reflection
of the white van’s windows
that’s the real world
that’s why there’s
light there
perhaps this world
the one i occupy
in a semi-permanent basis
seems to be devoid
with anything
and everything
gray skies over
a gray city
that just leaves me
pondering the emptiness
of the universe
with these caricatures
driving carbon copy vehicles
down cookie cutter roads
every other car
is a white minivan
all of them with
beautiful skylines
reflected in concave windows
as the concave windshield
in my car exposes
nothing but
darkness and dismality
as i drift through
yellow light
after yellow light
barely making it nowhere
at the speed of dread
chasing these reflections
into the sudden storms

3 thoughts on “reflections of sunlight

  1. Great poem! I really liked these lines:

    “why is it that
    the beauty is always
    just behind me
    never in front of me
    never the goal
    i’m heading towards
    but the thing
    that i seem
    to be running from”

    and

    “Barely making it nowhere
    At the speed of dread”

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