The Ride Home

The Ride Home

Endless streams of beaming lights
Yellows, reds, oranges, whites
Each moving towards different nights
I hope I get home soon.

The screeching brakes against the road
Rain patters on the windscreen
Each lorry carries a different load
I hope I get home soon.

A camper van trundles by
The ride churns my stomach
I sit and watch the world go by
I hope I get home soon.

We pass over some train tracks
I can see cars and trucks and bikes
Bumpers, reg plates, roof racks
I hope I get home soon.

We pass fields and cities and signs
Each different, lost in the distance
A red light flickers, cars stop in lines
I hope I get home soon.

We're driving up our road now
I want to know just how
Such a network of society
Could be wound around such twisting, grey lanes
And how such twisting, grey lanes
Can be wound around the world
I'm home now.

By Hannah Pease.