A Poem a Day (456): Tracks

 
Tracks
 
A track runs through,
jogs through mountains
straight and true.
Stones line its two flanks,
markers evenly spaced,
the runners the carriers.
Life usurps the edges,
a border for noise + speed,
a rough yoke for it all,
seeking to keep time in.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 20, 2021