Slit, crack and concrete fissure
No opening out to wilderness -
Where banks are brackened slopes;
Where Nature borrows time from summer;
Where life is rock and fern and stream
And cities are a distant bother.

PEOPLE IN MOTION

People are motion, movement, shift,
Course, career, passage, flow -
Travel over distant lands
For those who're on the go.

Stillness, quiet, peace, repose,
Resting calm on shipped oars.
Most people sleep, do not snore
Enough to rock the boat.

Scamper, scud, scuttle, spurt ...
The swift and swallow lightning dart.
Under press of steam and fission
Hell-bent are some folks driven.

Like a snail, slow as death,
An easing off, a creep, a crawl:
Life doesn't go fast enough
For those on the boil.

And so, en route, on the wing,
On the high road, mid-progress:
Some are always on the move,
On the lamb and not secure.

On they transfer ... car to bus,
Train to plane, truck to van:
People hitching round the world
And never looking back.