Floodgates open, thousands of people

darting along, some flounder, some flourish,

each one striving for that extra turn of speed

that ensures they will reach their cherished

destinations before anyone else.

In this endeavour they wander, and weave,

many attempt near suicidal crossings of

car, and bus infested thoroughfares,

cheating death by millimetres to

resurface on the other side, rejoining the

seething shoal of humanity, heads bowed

in child-like awe, fingers a-twitter, and a-twitchin'

dumbed-down by the digital deity, a mass migration

in no discernible direction.

On they go . . . cascading down waterless

streams that course through the concrete

channels of life . . . towards that elusive, and

mostly mythical Bay of Plenty.

When will the scales fall from our eyes ?