Driving to my daughter…

Tonight I am driving alone
on a highway in Indiana;
there are no stars to view,
no moon to light my way,
only the headlights stretching
into darkness beyond the
road’s bend, showing nothing
directly ahead and I’m glad
to be going elsewhere;
this could easily be the most
solitary place I’ve ever been,
lonely and friendless on a road
from home to my daughter
grown well but hours away,
I’ve driven this path before,
this highway before, this
road to her and that is all
the consolation needed.