Atlantic City, NJ, April 8, 1972

On the way

By Vladimir Huber

Clouds hide the light from coming through.
A soft breeze moves the clouds,
while I look at the sky
with that hope in my eyes, waiting and active.
Everything keeps on moving
and the shine is more intense;
the night has to come
and the darkness with it,
but also, a new day.

The sign on the expressway
invites to reduce the speed,
and maybe I should listen.
It’s not too convenient to get tangled
in the rushing hour of everybody’s life,
but it is hard to avoid it,
when the urge for searching
is omnipresent.
Slower I’ll have to go,
now that the clouds have moved.