Who thought a roundabout would be,
when passing through it, poetry?
Counter clockwise, like the stars,
it moves us forward in our cars.
It exits, north, south, east and west,
reminding one of nature’s best.
It has horizons and it mocks
those who fought its equinox,
for it has made our traffic ease.
Instead of slowing, we get speed.
Once one decides which road to choose,
our minds can rest, enjoy the views.
It gets us where we want to go;
we can just follow in the flow.
It saves our tempers that were lost
when we were forced to make those stops.
So, why not bury all your doubts
about its coming? We were louts.
Admit it gives us much less stress,
and makes some order from our mess.
We don’t miss those old stop signs,
or flashing reds with their designs.
Just like the intersecting roads
this smooth “donut” has its codes.
You may choose the road you like;
it’s not a Martha’s Vineyard pike.
It takes you where you want to go,
all the while, maintaining flow.
Annette Sandrock of Vineyard Haven is a former high school English teacher who facilitated poetry events and poetry writing for students. She is a freelance writer and is currently a member of Cleaveland House Poets, Martha’s Vineyard Poetry Society, and Martha’s Vineyard Poets Collective.
The Martha’s Vineyard Times welcomes contributions to Poet’s Corner. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will select poems to be published here. Submissions should be directed to email@example.com.