Surely

23/03/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation



I waited by the bus stop

Watching the traffic lights

Cycle through from red to green

And back again

Around the intersection

Letting each set of cars

Move off to their next destination

Carefully orchestrated

To supposedly allow

For the optimal flow of traffic

But you can’t please all the people

All the time

And the occasional horn blast

Would break the steady rumbling

Of engines

And tyres on roads

That are long overdue for repair

Showing potholes and cracks

Faded lines and arrows

Not needed by drivers familiar

With the area

With the way the roads met

With the predisposition of trucks

To pull out of the servo

When they think it’s clear

Not seeing the motorcyclist

Coming around the bend

And swerving to miss

The 25-ton monster

That needs all three lanes

Just to make it out of the driveway

And continue on its way

Oblivious to the shaken rider

Who saw their life flash before their eyes

And had to pause

Momentarily

To suck in deep breaths

Before pulling up to the now red light

Near where I waited patiently

For a bus that is late again

Surely, it’s not that hard

To get the buses to run on time