Too easy to excuse
a sheer sense of
massiveness; the big
and complicated – too
huge to comprehend
in single glance
you cruise empty
on blind aspirations
accept this impetuous flow
without question as natural
the rumbles, the bumps
the sirens, traffic lights
interminable delays
the crazies
but you decided long ago
there is no way you
are going to join the queues
the scramble
the pseudo-race
or drive those roads instantaneously
looking both ways seeking
a small gap to pull into
with safety
beating them is not
the game nor would they see
a victory in the way it’s done
by you staying away
© 7 November 2008, I. D. Carswell
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