Brecon's Poetry Book...

Road Block

There's no point in driving today
I've got road block
The streets are packed
I don't think the car will be able to do that right turn
or the left

There's no point in trying today
I've got road block
There's been a crash on the motorway
it's backed up all the way to the moon
and the sun

If only I could fly today
fly right over the traffic
until I reach an idyllic green field
some clear, open space
to let my road block subside

But, really, there's no point
because I know that today
my chance of road block is so high
there is only one thing for me to do

I'll leave the garage door closed

may as well put my walking shoes on

because today

I'll be continuing on foot.