Underberg Road

Underberg Road                                                        Charli Wiggill

 

In the dense, dark mist

just oozing through
s l o w l y
w a r i l y
w e a r i l y
via Underberg,

having left too late.

 
Smothered in space
by gusts of blind faith.
Grey shadows with feint haloes
spirit by, floating cautiously -
Travelling on the edge of time.
 
Roads department throws a lifeline,
a rosary for safe passage -
bright fluorescent beads
strung together with
white, luminous road paint.
 

So, dangling from this precarious string

we thread our way
and gradually encounter our destination