A Poem a Day (599): GPS

GPS

It’s the main highway leading in,
they join the line, succumb, sublime,
sheep leading the sheep in line.
 
They are the silent forgetting time,
driving one by one as though in mime,
warming themselves against the grime.
 
It’s a depth of infinity you can’t lure.
It hides beyond the light bearer,
peers into the pitch and will endure.
 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 8, 2023