Some words for the week

I drive up the canyon

under a moon

like a broken shining plate

no stars no streetlights

just me and the truck

and the faint snow drizzle

on the windshield

the side brush of breeze

on the glass

and the gentle growl

of the engine

the only sounds

I drive with my brights on

for these headlights

are almost as old as me

and as I pass other cars

I turn off my brights

as to not blind them

and the best of them

do the same

a subtle signal of humanity

a silent way to say

that while we make our way

alone in the dark

we can help one another along

dimming our lights

momentarily

so that we all can see

just a little further

Alexander Shalom Joseph is a writer from Gilpin County. He is a published author. For more information and to subscribe to Alexander’s Newsletter go to alexandershalomjoseph.com