Nature’s Forces

Bundled warm, I walked out on the trackless snowy plain

Where once some avenues had run that soon would be again 

And standing in the centre of those icy windswept courses

Pausing in their intersect controlled by nature's forces

Wondered at our mass surrender of vitality and will

And the futile banal triumph of our technologic skill.

There amid the frozen wasteland

Blinking in the frosty blight

Shining on, shining order, shining ever bright

Forbidding Red, Permissive Green, Cautious Amber light

Each its legal message throwing

through the snowbound night

Rhythmically controlling nothing, telling no one what is right.

 © Philip Knight 2018