Arterial Flow

Come along for a cruise on the anhydrous sea to see

how being human is the freeway of connectivity.

Countless lanes pave the history of all.

Can’t look back in the mirror

just a head with two eyes on the road or wake up dead.

All lanes in the same direction seems odd to me.

No lights no signs to guide this ride.

No rush!  Just cruise to flow and let go.

In the vortex of traffic’s constant pace

instead of round in circles we’re going straight - to where?

Numerous lanes of change move right out of sight.

I take off ramp to the service road with no name

for a trip away from the freeway of destiny

to reunite and reminisce with the remnants of youthful minds.

Collectively are we five siblings of the orphan age.

Far past time of hard core grief once shared, sometimes not.

No rush!  Just cruise to flow and let go.

Drawn to unite as one work on canvas bright

a pentalogy masterpiece together

Individual works of art when apart.

Déjà vu embrace stronger and longer than ever

despite a deficit of two to the other side.

Rendezvous inspired refrain “let’s do it again.”

Time to go so I accelerate slow beyond the on ramp

to Immerge in traffic flow tears of gratitude

for the precious time together we’ll meet again when?

Hope to reunite as five siblings less perhaps one or two.

If this be the case familial embrace shall grow in magnitude.

Thanks to those on the other side.

No rush!  Just cruise to flow and let go

At a leisurely pace we diverge to separate lanes

in the human race to coast for most of the way.

Though obscured from each other we five drive

parallel in the same direction to truth not deception

in a freeway funk sober not drunk

but under the influence of wherewithal.

Increasing velocity sensed from deep within

Am I going faster on the road to disaster?

Brake to slow then let go for speed to grow. 

I’ve crested the peak to realize I’m now over the hill!

No rush!  Just cruise to flow and let go.

I cannot see tears have blinded me.

Kindred spirits together or apart

we will merge again on this side or the other.

Though we are yet human most of the race is done.

Speed limit is coast between respites brief

On a one way trip littered in vain attempts to gain control.

The time is now to greet passenger seat.

Like the ocean tide can’t stop this ride.

Glide downhill to the other side.

No rush!  Just cruise to flow and let go…

© David Girard 15/03/16

* This poem is the result of my reflections during the trip home after a sibling reunion.