TAKING THE COUNTRY ROAD BACK HOME

No not to stop
but round so fast
darkness, the woods vanishing
on either side grey
& banks of light
yellow, urinous, but gay
moving regular, now hidden
the car takes long
& stopping, a bell
tolls quietly three times
past the church then
the Chinese, the carpark
& the road, step.
& the little bollard
hello! I'm home.