Like a dream sequence from a buddy movie,
head along the highway, the ultimate road trip.
See it stretch ahead, mile after mile of desert,
intersected by man’s concrete footpaths.
Look in the rear-view mirror, maybe squint a second,
the tracks are already being covered over.
Grain by solitary grain we are so easily erased,
truth is, there’s no way back, no sat-nav to the past.
So what, you say – so don’t take your eyes off the road
cos’ even if you’ve got to edge there inch by inch,
Time goes fast and you will get there, just like we all do,
to your final destination, wherever that may be.
poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2012