Poem: Broken Yellow Lines

over the last few weeks our lives

have slowly,

surely, felt

the pull –

zippered together like the merging traffic

at the Paremata roundabout

it’s slow but constant - heading out on the highway -

no room to overtake; no time to pull over

it seems now, only time will tell

But still I have to ask…

and I’m happy with one hand on the wheel, window down, smiling wide h…