one lane, always, leads the way you are going
another, furthest removed, leads back to where you’ve been
it’s the middle lane, ah
that switches direction: to/from/to/from
it’s like the tide, isn’t it?
both directions are necessary
or
seaweed, rotten wood, and expired birds, would fester the shore
the waters, eutrophfied to lifelessness,
would darken, stink with runoff and sewage
the surface slimed with the leakage from our oil refineries and tanker ships
© 2011, Roger R. Blenman