Indeed the middle I walked
right to listening carefully
with each ear noticing
no high pitch tire sounds coming toward me
I laid down on my stomach nose close to the line
looking over the intricacies
of pavement and a yellow painted line
the ground warm from the last
of the summer’s rays the cracks intriguing
closer I explored losing track
suddenly feeling it is too long
for my body to still rest
in the middle of the road
** This post is part of Leanne Cole’s weekly challenge, Monochrome Madness. At the start of each month there is an added challenge of a word, we were prompted with “Road” this month. Please see the rest of the gallery, HERE.
I had big plans for this challenge and nothing translated to monochrome quite like I imagined it would. So, this poem above is a true account of how I found my photograph. The road is close to my house, it felt so great to lay in the middle of the road and marvel at the details I am usually driving over.