Old Barn Seen from a Speeding Car

The Chevy speeds by eyesight pings it, a reflexive vision momentarily catches itself looking back. The barn is vacant, not empty, its eyes have been locked open, it bathes in sparrow and bat time. Now hollow lids capture, snatch at a headlong flight of vision. A snap of fleeting attention has stabled a glance in a timeless stall where dust hangs in a slant of suspended light. Road barn and car are frozen as one symbiotic after-image, until all disappear into each other. Then without pause or passage horizons are released, distance and perspective amended, as the tremor of a splintered looking glass fades behind racing wheels.