25th March, 2016 (Traffic from “Holy” Thursday evening)

by Brendan Strong

We take to the motorway
Me and you thousands
Each in our own car
Going nowhere – near or far

Instead, we wait.

For what, we don’t know
Have you tried blowing your horn?
Or adjusting your makeup?
Catch up on that book!

A man in a Jag has
A three course meal
While a mountain man
In a jeep talks to the dogs

Maybe because the radio
Has gone to the dogs:
There’s a racist on for “balance”, to
“Further the debate”

Instead, we wait.

These white lines
Dash on in  space-time
We are stuck in space
Orbited by time.

It is evening and
No one needs to worry
About being late
But we want to be home and

Instead, we wait.