roads

On a highway I passed five ghosts of Adam all hitching a lift the last incarnation was pregnant with the nascent Earth. The spirit of Mary expectant with child held out her thumb. I drove through the phantom of Jesus with a clock in his throat he stopped the car and Mary passed through Adam and Jesus making the world turn and the clock tick. The Christ raised his arms, an owl hovered with it's wings outspread echoing the hands of the clock.