I Am A Road Poem by Michael Adeosun

I am a road.
My stretch is way beyond your imagination.

I am a road.
From where you stand,
You might never know where I began.

I am a road.
From where you position,
You will never see where I end.

I am a road.
My trajectory has traversed and surmounted obstacles.
Obstacles beyond what you see or imagined.

I am a road.
To become,
I broke through rocks.
I tramped through jungles.
I suspended over perilous rivers.
I burrowed through the subterranean.

I am a road.
I lead to many possible and impossible ends.

I am a road.
My bearing has been curve and straight.
My trajectory narrowed at points allowing for few passages.
Widened at instances, generous and overly accommodating.

I am a road.
My course has witnessed vicissitudes.
Seen along the way, the beautiful and the ugly.

I am a road.
Smooth.
Rough.

I am a road.
You are a road.
Our paths may cross at intersections.
With mutual respect and care, we shall avoid a collision.

I am a road.
You are a road.
Our path may run side by side on double lanes.
And on multiple lane.
Each at his own speed.

I am a road.
You are a road.
Our path may run opposite.
Our start differ.
Our destination differ.

I am a road.
You are a road.

Each to his own.
Each with his load.

Journey safely.


03.07.2022