Macadam Reverie

today
my road is made of cobblestone
jigsaw crosswalks
the puzzle piece pathways
of people long gone

with every stone
I think about them
and me
and the way we aren't so different
building life sized jigsaws
of what we're given
piecing together to get to the future
trying to produce the pictures
we see in our dreams

they built the roads
so with no roads left to build
I'm trying to make my own path
but all that seems left, to me
is tarmac
smooth lines
paving over jigsaw dreams

but today
my road is made of puzzle pieces
cobblestone highways
that let me believe
in the people long gone
let me believe
that I'm not so different

because I can see
that someone else
had jigsaw dreams