it was a long drive last night      the car was silent and the noises outside clamored to get in the lights turned green as I passed them      my mind scattered profound confetti        the windshield was dirty      as I left, the trees loomed over me        silent temples        quiet as death I am Alice     in a Wonderland where everything    is mutable, everything changes     before my fingers can grasp anything,    they slip       and the facts stand on their own each one is an eye       blank and unblinking so this is goodbye; this is where you and I come to threads all written before me like a play        when you leave, remember this:        come back some day,               call and write        but don't ever look behind you