Underberg Road Charli Wiggill
In the dense, dark mist
just oozing throughs 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 wayand gradually encounter our destination
