Red ember twilight,
too bright to sleep.
The silent man's highway
rolls on. Engine exhaust, black tar,
orange lines. Red ember
tail-lights shrink in the distance.
This is the road of the Silent Man.
Distances and divides.
Two lanes of roaring traffic,
recorded on black strips across the land.
Horizon to horizon he spreads his hands,
steps onto the gravel shoulder,
and walks on.