Are We There Yet?
The future gifted to you is a desert
highway Roman straight, dividing
dry featureless landscape into halves.
You dare a glance into the rear-view
mirror hoping to glean some pleasure
from the summer greens, fertile browns
and soft furnishings of the past. Dust
screens it from view and you know it
only settles when you have moved on.
You continue your journey, looking for
a rainbow on the horizon or a break in
the road where you can turn onto an
alternative direction or even a lay-by
where you can catch your breath and
get a respite of peace or warm arms.