#175 ‘In the long run’
We are going out to the rubbish dump
to take photographs of wrecks.
We might drive on past the wrecks
to the low hill in the distance
where nothing happens
not even mobile reception
but it will be a chance to drive
into the East as the sun slides away
and feel sand beneath the car
like an ocean swaying under us.
We will sail on back to the West
wiser men and even wiser women
talking of the stones we saw,
the heaps of them that must mean something
in the long run.