Survivors

Survivors

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Rush Hour U-Turns


by Steve King
© 2013
  

You are hurtling,
one stop to the next,
on and on,
a faint, elusive point
perpetually gone,
arrival and departure synonyms,
reciprocating echoes
melded in the vacuum of transit.

And how do you get off?
Is one locus
better than the next?
One new arrival
keener than the rest?
There is always just one more,
and then another gesturing beyond,
always an horizon to be filled
one scintilla at a time
with the ready stylus
of your fickle needs.

Even so, your hands tighten.
You grasp a-hold
your pounding wheel.
Ready, you think,
to move trajectory
without calculus or care.
You are used to taking chances here,
No problems, you are thinking
as you wait

    ready
        soon
            time
                all
                    too
                        perfect
                              now


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