Radio concerto

At this point on the downward incline, lights

in shimmering necklaces stretch far ahead

– white, amber, red –
right up to junction eight.

They seem to score the big slow-movement tune

that’s first on oboe then

on violin

before the orchestra comes surging in.

And should I mention that the road tonight

divides the first few stars

from fraying threads of day

and that the cars

chassé and glide in shifting harmony?

Absurd perhaps to say that such a sight

is ‘beautiful’ but put on show

it might be reckoned so.

I am alone, as drivers mostly are,

though most are travelling

to partners, friends or families.

Would all this mean anything to one who,

though he drive no matter how far,

could reach no home?

Would I be calm

were you not there to tell this beauty to?