I left behind the small row of colourful homes and the road speed sign.
One pair of eyes greeted me at first, it was a rare sight on this sleepy road.
Do I have my lights on full so I can see them well,
No. Because I will 'dazzle' this person I thought.
I edged the car forward slowly, not wanting to step on any toes.
More appeared, many.
Pale and staring, lined up like a row of pillars.
It wasn't until the last one, a daisy in his rucksack and a show of his right hand,
That I realized the innocence of it all.
Moment's later, I felt discontent. It is dark out.
Why didn't I ask them where they were going, it could be hours until they get there.
There is a slight excitement in not knowing, but also a part of me that would like to share,
A journey with strangers, help them on their way.
Maybe I'll see them tomorrow, maybe I'll pass by their way.
