I’m sitting on
Faith’s last lane
At an exit
Where life stays
Gridlocked

Near billboards
White
With red lettering
Asking if love
Still endures

For God
In my heart
So unsure
Since chasing that hope
More uncertain

Than His answer
Stale
Like experience
When all roads end
Just the same,

While morning tasks
Feeling blocked
Leaves adventure
Dead
From repeating

Every evening
Now
Through our labor
Till we sleep
To hurt once again.

Can this traffic
Offer us truth
Knowing cars
Themselves
Prolong waiting –

How motion stirs
False affinities
Towards journeys
Done
By their start?

Only time and gas
Never last
Letting fear
Control
What is driven –

Even highways
Freeze
Through believing
Destinations
Always exist.

• J. Pigno