Highway in the Sky

They are always talking about
Transportation on Earth;
Various forms—
The fastest, easiest way
In a blur of colorful neon lights.

Day in
Day out.

(The highways are constantly abuzz)

But there is another highway
Most of us are unaware of:

It’s hidden by day
Mostly active at night
A silent, nocturnal highway
But always there
Resting on cosmic beans for concrete
In the sky.

The milkyway’s the main way
The planets are the pitstops
And the other thousands of solar systems
Are exits to other worlds
For the shooting stars
The standstill cars
Head and taillights a‘flaring.

(Do comets have pitstops?)

And these cosmic cars
On their stellar, sparkling runway
Are already “hybrids” on parade
Running on a natural, unrefined gas and fuel
Until they run out.

(Do they ever reach their destination?)

And they speed
Faster than we can imagine
Shinier than any chrome paint.

No speed limits are on this invisible, vast highway
So there is the occasional crash
Just like here on Earth.

(See how many dents there are on the moon?)

Of course, after the crashes
Every highway falls into disrepair
One way or another
But this one miraculously repairs itself
With exquisite care from the tiniest drudgery matter.

(This is when the celestial taildusts become workers)

(So you see,“Haley’s Comet”
Repaints our part of the highway
With its very being
About every 100 years).

Amazing forces hold up this “highway,”
The mysterious highway
So beautiful, it is, made from dust to precious-stone
Revolving as it will with the planets
Erratic with its own supernatural “earth”quakes.

This highway
It is the traveler
Holding all the secrets of the universe
In its veins

But highway in the sky…

Where do you end?