Brick

Brick

I found a brick

In the middle of a highway,

Laying on the ground,

Cars raving around it.

Why was it there?

Who has put it?

Why wasn’t it removed?

Vehicles passed around this brick,

As if it was invisible,

Like the stars at day,

It was out of place,

It was meaningless out here.

Stillness amidst motion.

Quagmire within a field.

It had no purpose here.

I lifted this red brick

And threw it far away from me,

Onto the slope beside the highway.

It started spinning,

Gathering momentum,

Reaching inconceivable velocity,

Before it reached the ground

And fell still yet again.

I raised my wary head

And tried to walk away,

Alas, I couldn’t,

For cars were speeding all around me.

I was trapped, unable to move,

Just like a brick

In the middle of a vicious highway.