Motorway

The motorway yawns ahead!.

Roaring lemmings
compete to be first
down the tarmac throat.

White lines converging
slip soundlessly
over the infinite horizon
to oblivion.

Benign banks
studded with golden gorse
block escape
for miles,

but beyond. . .

a glimpse of country lanes
and a world
that remembers
when there was
time to pause,

to linger,

to dream.