Coastal Road
The coastal road keeps everything enclosed. Wild ocean salts the lips and tongue, Its wind confronts you fully formed, The winter sun refuses to impose. Observe the mass of everything you know: That straw of roads, the churches and The friends you've lost, advice you spurned, The breath you wasted questioning the No. This road is special, cordoning your life - One side will never let you turn, The other bleeds into the green. The windscreen wiper slices like a knife. You turn your head and contemplate the grey Simplicity, inconstancy; You wish there were another way And take the second left to God knows where.