Dichotomy In Transit

caught on red
stopped
seems like eternity
never been here before
hopefully never again

cannot move forward
cannot redact time
cannot meander off piste
cannot blend into surrounds
cannot be a mirage

but going nowhere
no time soon
with others behind me
in a queue to the horizon
extending round the bend

as road markings set
two metres apart
visible in the day
invisible at night
reflecting the gloom

hopefully never again
never been here before
seems like eternity
stopped
caught on red