In the Dark

In the Dark

Coming and going, coming and going

The sound of engines and tires I'm Knowing

In the dark of the night as I lay on my right

They comfort me some out of dreams that are done

Pitched high or pitched low the traffic will go

America moves night and day don't ya know

Cross Iowa's land that's growing your food

As I lay on my bed in a fitful dream mood

Down in the dark these words make a mark

My fingers I tap with my hands on my lap

The sheets at my back this glow on the map

Unseen and unheard as I type my next word

Barry G. Wick