Like many people I spend far too many hours behind the wheel of a car. To or from work…. during work from place to place, appointment to appointment.
The roads absorb so much time… and as part of my profession I’ve also seen them take so much.
A meditation on the roads of life.
The shifting speckled serpentine,
simultaneously coming and going,
Weaving its way across the landscape.
Lines…. solid, dashed and spotted,
or sometimes gouged and scratched
by injuries to its inky back,
where metal and plastic, skin and bone once collided.
Conveying hopes, dreams and frustrations,
bearing the crosses
and scars of wasted time
and of wasted lives.