I drive a quite mudane road to work
Straight, long and full of traffic
Yet some mornings I just don’t want to stop
For mundaness is hidden from view
The backyards of hundreds of houses
Hidden behind tall concrete fences
Are lost, cloaked and clouded
Behind a mist that isolates you.
Cars and trucks of once were plenty
Now only in sight a handful
Peer out from the whiteness
Peer out and appear distant
Lost, cloaked and clouded.
My drive to work
Mundane tomorrow but not today.