The Crowded Road

The Crowded Road
Footsteps are pushed along
wheels are pushed along
the highway where crowds surge, now ahead, now behind
grown-ups hesitate, following the back of the one in front
bright young people take side roads and leave
behind the bent backs of the old
bright-eyed children hurry the line along
crying is pushed along
laughter is pushed along
a road we tend day by day and are dragged along
deep and shallow wrinkles the years have brushed past
in the mirror I gaze into, the sun and moon go together
the wind is pushed along
the seasons are pushed along
a road where even the tracks are erased once we've gone
the dirt road we once walked barefoot
where children ran in new shoes
then paved with asphalt, rolling hoops along
above the railway a plane draws a single white line
a satellite shot up into the void
will it go to the land of stars seeking a horse with no master?