Roadworks

Everywhere you go

You go slow

Traffic lights and signs

Altered white lines

 

Still,

 

Time stuck in a line

Is never wasted

When you can see traffic on the other side

In the same position as you

 

What are you thinking about?

Your job or the stage of your life

Where your act has grown tired

Do you see other drivers behind the wheel

 

Looking a lot like you?

 

There are no short cuts

To escape the queue

Do you wonder if this

Is what you were born to do?

 

It’s getting darker

You’re down to a single file

You’ve been here an hour now

And travelled 2 miles

 

Still,

 

You now know the names

Of several hauliers

And you’ve seen the idiots

Who weave in and out of lanes

 

Trying to make tiny gains

Ignored by the silver flash

Of speed cameras

Made redundant by the roadworks

 

The irony of this

Made you smile

Another hour

Another 2 miles

 

Home is a long way from here….

 

©JMcN2015