The Go Between

I struggled with this for a long time. I'm still not sure if I'm happy with it, but I am calling it finished, well, for now at least.

The Go Between

On these wide stinking streets,

I join the ceaseless flow.

Swimming through the humid heat,

slithering together, sluggish and slow.

Afloat the solid swells of bitumen.

I retrace familiar lanes,

glancing the hazy, far off peaks.

All concrete and glass panes.

There is a span looming,

almost impossibly across the sky.

I see three in a row traversing it,

in the seething mass I pass them by.

I leave them to their journey,

continuing on with my own.

There is no two by my side,

I make the migrations alone.

Leaving the open stretches,

to navigate the estuaries and bays.

These places once were alien to me,

I begin to learn their ways.

How to beat the heat,

out-rush the crush,

and head to the places in between.

The ones I yearn to find,

a stopover from the journey,

somewhere to escape the daily grind.

With sprawling shade, cool beer,

and a familiar, friendly face.

A place to belong,

and forget about the rat race.