One-Way Road

The road was long before me.
Cars stopped as far as I could see.
Flashing light in front, beckoned
to see what I could see.
For miles and miles I wandered,
through puddles of water and rainbow oil
and ignored the cry of my feet as they protested.
Curiosity drew me like a little bug,
watching the lights flashing like
a lighthouse beacon, the sirens a foghorn
and me, the ship, looking for shelter from the storm.
I stopped at the yellow tape, a barrier to my crossing
and watched the people scramble
to clear the road in vain,
for before them still the traffic snaked
past the bridge, over and away.
The rain began to drizzle as I wondered why
rain makes people reckless and they loose
all their control and end up so much wreckage
by the side of a one-way road.

September 12, 2002