Riding the rapids of the Road (Poem)

Pulses of electric light,
Like clusters of fireflies,
Wrapping around the city,
As vines around the base of a tree,

While at first they live with and grow along,
Their hosted master oak,
In time the ivy overgrows and pulls down,
Even this most masterful of trees,

And so too in time do our roads,
Overtake even our cities,
These anthills and clusters of human abode,
When in time they are little more than wayposts,

When our living quarters of the great masses,
Are bypassed and circled,
When we judge communities by the time and distance between,
All there equating to loose change in your pocket.

I have swam and I have rafted down this white water rapids,
Where nights are black and streams thick with debris,
Pray may the waters of life take me upon their turtled back,

May the gods of the road meet me,
Pass me and doff their hats

 

Caoimhin

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