An Incident of Road Rage, interrupted by a Sky Object suddenly seen

Foam of fury, rushed madness,
When thaat hulk-block is the path,
Spun velocity is the passage,
And head-dashed collison weaves forgotten pain?

Behind cloud-strips in a sky bereft
Of moorings to where the morn-sun seethes
Atomic pinpoints must encapse this moment
As delicate crossings of a lace-net.

Then silence implied in a distant motor-roar,
While subsonic swoosh of cars beside,
So clear in the blue-cirrus sky,
Of an orange blimp whose rocking yaw
Not mechanically gleams pins of sunlight
Glancing now on its tip-turns.