River

In the early morning dark
I join the river of light which
Flows down each driveway to
The asphalt streams to the
Concrete rivers of light
Composed of rubber,
Steel, plastic, glass,
All rushing along
To someplace
We know as
Salmon do
Where to
Spawn
Each
Morning
Weekday
Waiting for
The weekend
To try our alternate
Destinations from our
Drive to work hopeful
We can relax a bit on
A new vibration of
Our lives, tasting
What we think
Retirement
Will bring
One day
When
Our work
Is done.