The Middle of the Road

Gold cherry

By queen beatle

Thu, 16 Mar 2017
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There's something about the middle of the road
When I wander down half drunk
Drifting from the pavement
Ignoring the stifled laughter of pre-dawn birdlife.
 
The world feels warped off-kilter
As I stray off the curb and pause.
Time stands with me, holding its breath
And I'm suddenly the only one alive.
The cardboard cutout of humdrum suburbia
Turns soft and strange in the early hours
The dark new road yawning wide and weary.
 
Now a wayward young fox
Hurrying home from moonlit revelry
Streams past silent a hundred yards ahead
Neither vermin nor mythical sprite
But somewhere in between
Snout-to-tail silver in the night.
We exist in tandem for a moment
Before it swallows itself into a hedge.
 
The birds' hushed cackling melts into mellow warbles
And I carry on my muddled way
Following the lines in the centre of the street
Selectively forgetting to check for cars
For fear of breaking the spell.
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Submitted by sean mcnulty on

Oh, I've been there many times.  In the middle of the road. You captured the strange magic of a morning after very well.

 

Submitted by BeamsAndVoids on

Nice feeling in this..

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

This is stunning, you have nailed that moment between morning and night so well. It's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day.

Photo Credit: https://t.co/KXF4L2nxvc

 

Submitted by celticman on

nicely in the middle of middle of most folk and me. Whoopee. 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

You capture that moment of being on the edge of transition so beautifully.