You huff as you sit in your car broken down 
waiting on the hard shoulder. 
You ring for assistance, glance at the time 
on your watch, check the phone for messages 
then turn your attention to the radio 
listening to traffic reports and news updates. 
You drink a flask of tea, polish off a whole 
packet of chocolate biscuits

Outside the window traffic motors on 
A woman drives by with screaming kids. 
An articulated lorry rolls on. 
You look up and out of your windshield, 
spy a bird soaring in the sky. 
You wonder what it would be like up there 
in the blue, out there so far away with only 
the rush of cool wind and the warm sun on your back.

© Taidgh Lynch

Day 5 | 23 September 2011