Self Commute
I wonder what it would be like
to have a removable headstone,
to have my own portable waymark
for this ever passing world.
Stuck in heavy triadic
the road slithers slowly forward
on my wet surface.
I am the traffic I move through.
I am driven to a small park.
where children
are running around in a circle
while a stationary adult watches.
If I could, I would replant my tombstone there,
there in the center of the children,
as something for them to turn around.
It's not right
that they should all be revolving like that,
spinning around nothing at all.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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