A route to heaven

Criss crossing across busy channels
Each stream pointed towards a cause
A meaning to one on that path
Driving home from school with me.

Looking out the window, a blur of grey
Through city buildings and glittering glass
Small patches of green at every park
As the world fastens by.

A courtesy call, slowing down
The white stripes calling a slow
Hurried steps, hurdling each to the important task at hand
Milling over to the other side,
Brisk over the fresh white snow

Staring at the changing frame,
Fogging up the pane
As a little girl in the car beside,
Watches too while aimlessely kicking her legs about

Will my mother be looking out,
Would the oven have been used for my favourite,
My lessons talk of these fantastic worlds
Smiles and laughter everywhere.

My street I see, there we played
Those posts I knew well beyond blind
Desolated a look I find familiar
As the cold catches me unaware.

The chime gongs away, a good long wait
I see the curtain move on the top window and the door slid quietly open
I wonder whether they will notice the time
And ask if my term was over.