Sonder

Hello, host of headlights
chasing me down the highway,
like golden fireflies peering
through the dusky night.
Souls on the same road,
yet anchored to another world
and another, invisible life.
Where are you going, strangers?
I wonder what you believe in
when the world goes to hell,
I wonder what dreams you chase
and what party jokes you tell.

Goodbye, freeway friends,
who will only ever be
bright
dots
in my rearview mirror.
But I wish you well
as the rain spirals down
street lights blur
the radio plays
I’m homeward bound
and I say a prayer
that you might find
the Grace I found.