On the Road - Words of Joy
A road can be as long or short as our perspective of it. Stretching on endlessly for miles or running out of path to tread before we know it. Outside our home, the road was adjunct to playing space as we pushed prams full of dolls jostling within, roller-skated, hopscotched, twirled hoola-hoops, kicked, threw and caught a ball, hopped, skipped and jumped our way through childhood. Only roads are potential death traps. I diced close once. Didn’t know when to stop and look around me Dashing behind ice-cream van, frozen spearmint lolly sticky-glued to hand, lip licking in anticipation, eyes