Roads

So many breaks
momentary cessations
in the concrete overflowing
with muddy rainwater shrouded
in thin ice it evaporates at the slightest
movement like a water bug scuttling across

The surface so many
glitches in the way a crumbling
at the edges asphalt deteriorating with
time passing as all things do but I travel it
over and over and over until I can evade the apertures

In my sleep dreaming
the same dream and at waking
I wonder why my feet have left dirty
footprints across the ground leading to living
here is the time here it is I hear the thunder of my insides
as I change my skin and choose something more comfortable

I melt the overlay
of ice on the puddles with my
open palms and anticipate a change
in the direction of the path the old rises
up one last time and I shake my head answering
Maybe in the light of something else the road will be different