Things That I Found (an anthology) part 1

I

‘road ends’
says the crooked sign
say the scattered concrete dividers
the orange glow of the streetlight shining alone
in the deep shadows at the end of this lonely forgotten road
chequered diamond of orange and black, waiting
is this the end of the world?
I press onward


II

This is a parking lot only.
There is nothing here besides.
Except the darkness.
Except the streetlights.
Except the light that shines down into the bushes below
and transforms their wooden branches to living gold
shining from within like the very trees
of paradise.
But this is only a parking lot.


III

Here I stand across the street
from a church parking lot
in joy and despair.

I fear I shall never surpass the artistry
of the unknown man who in daylight
unknowing
has parked a small orange school-bus
beneath a small yellow streetlight
in the vast purple darkness.