Night Journey
Last
night,
asleep,
I could not
find room to turn round.
I could see my destination
as rough traffic spun and eddied on the dusty road.
Circling the roundabout, I'm caught behind a bus, a train, a tram as though this night
is taking on a legend that we should comprehend,
a necessary story planned
while minutes move to
steal my dream
to turn
back
time.
