Eight: Urgency (poetry series)
Being on a holiday maker’s tramline
That rendezvous with Moment
Or the narrow, might be boulder-strewn
Road that hugs the mountainside
Just past the curve, or here. Where you are marooned.
Warning signs say warning signs say
Rock falls…it won’t help knowing
You hardly know how to do the brake thing
But then, for the going up, where traffic’s crawl has slugged itself
Wholly into stasis, it seems your fate again, stuck in a gear
You doubt you’ll have the crucial hang of changing
Momentum meant a lot, and you’ve lost it
Still you have the vista
Diagonal below, through the side glass like a TV show
Depending those worse off ones
Bad luck’s baubles on a string
They weren’t expecting this no escape scenario
If the serial killer is a pot-shotter as well
Bored with easy pickings car by car
Or, if rock falls, why not cyclones roar
Is that shine on distant clouds the end of day
Or deathly cataclysm’s roll?
But relief at the hotel
A brief scurrying in with bags
Majesty and awesomeness, why does nature importune thus?
Sitting in a restaurant with a window view
Lasering sun finds every mole in bas relief
Maybe this the terror your mind should focus on
Next year perhaps no further of this travel
Think of how they’ll fire you before the tests come back
Was your see you Monday taken with a smirk?
(2019, Stephanie Foster)