"i'm a weak-eyed wanderer"

i'm a weak-eyed wanderer
~L. Page

i'm a weak-eyed wanderer,
distorted figures linger
in my peripheral sights
as if to haunt or tempt or entice.

it's but a night drive home
and yet a bit of prism rain
distorting the oncoming
traffic lights and those behind,

and maybe this time, the road
is slick and foreboding
while hovering just out of view
is that dark haunting shadow

and it's late, and i am just trying
to sleep in my own bed, o why
do they want me to wander
to drift and drifting veer

to the left or to the right
and my eyes strain despite
the jolting black figures
just beyond my view lingering

the cityscape is blurred
and houses, too, visibly bear
the pressured, heated bend
as if through a drop of rain

and mailboxes become people
and cars in driveways evil
chasers sitting in wait
as if the cue is not yet waved

a signal, but they are all
anticipating the final call
and hover without mercy
my eyes, I cannot trust thee!

and yet i must drive on
if i have any hope of home
and bear the constant strain
if i am to find rest again.

(c) 2009 Leah Randelle