Racing Down An A-Road Poem by kate williams

I’m hurtling through spring countryside,
Mirror crammed with van,
Nose at tail.
“FAST! ” I see it shout.

Pale fields rise up on either side,
Tremble, sigh,
Sink away
As we tear through.

Now a sway of trees,
Green-laced,
Fingers reaching out.
“Wait for us! ” they cry.

Van roars by
And mirror fills with fingers,
Frail, bereft, beseeching.

“STOP! ” I see them wail,
“Oh, stop your race, won’t you? ”

But I have deadlines too.