Deception

The Deception Temporarily we drove through the night cocooned in its interior nothing could touch us here where asphalt and tyres made ductile, harmonious music. We drove past many villages half submerged by the night, yet spoke of peace, work is done, time to rest and let nature take care, and let dogs too given the right to bark at the pale moon. A car overtakes blaring horn and laud music, Peace is shattered as shards of glass falling off a towering building shaken in the fatal clutches of an earthquake. Illusory life is, our hold is as puny as a baby´s grip on his mother´s thumb or frail as an old man´s grasp on his walking stick.