Lines

These double white lines if
that is indeed what they are

in the middle of this long road
that seems to undulate towards

an infinitely far-away horizon
swerve suddenly to the right

when seen from the direction
in which I am travelling myself

shortly before they vanish over
the crest of the next low rise

as though whoever drew them
lost concentration or maybe

ducked off sideways to avoid
a quick thought or a mosquito

then set the right course again
the two lines steady and straight

as the heel-marks a dead shadow
would make supposing someone

had such a thing dragging behind
them and could never lose it or rest.