A steady flow across the bridge,
Multi coloured juggernauts
Crawling nose to tail
Like some endless transcontinental train
And what of the drivers?
Lives lived and counted in kilometres, miles
And days away from home.
From my hotel room in Irun I look out
From Spain to France and in five minutes
I lose count of man and vehicle
And wonder the numbers
because the procession never ends
day and night they just keep coming.
The rain finally stops and sunlight lights up
A small chalet on the French side of the border
(The light after the rain is a photographers dream)
The bright white walls and the red roof shine vibrant
On this damp winters morn and the steady flow
Across the bridge keeps crawling nose to tail.
I smile as I head out to the car and ready myself
To take my turn in today’s procession and wonder
Who else will be joining me/us today?