Contemplation of a White Line---Drunken Pen

Look, there's a white line, dead center of this empty road Wow, that sun is hot out here... and here I am sitting on the edge of this blacktop world waiting for a tow .......crying out loud......why, Lord, why today?..... Some shortcut huh? You might call it a back road error in judgement... leaving me sitting in this no-man's land of desolate boredom.... a missed appointment, a frustrated friend waiting, while all I can do is look at heat waves billowing up in the heat of Indian summer and watch the peafowl grazing in the tall brown weeds behind me, ......hunting grasshoppers I suppose.... Territorial hens and cocks at their banquet One patriarch, with his vast train, it seems he reigns aloof ..sitting there, in the shade of a vagrant oak. At least there's one tree helping to shadow the place where I sit and oh yeah, that lone hen, wandering onto the white line, and looking at me, (with disdain, no less!) I am an intruder, in a world I don't belong....she knows it.....should I apologize? "Okay, ....sorry you Chickadee!" "Whattaya expect me to do?"...... Hmmm..... that fading white line................ how do they get it dead center of the road, I wonder? I have been sitting here for nearly an hour, sigh.............and that long, long, line....... going to nowhere..........strange..........how you can be mesmerized by a long white line that meanders into the distant horizon... Wonder how long has it been since I've had such a moment just a small moment to contemplate such a trifle... a narrow white line in the center of an asphalt road Who put it there? What sort of man? Who drives the machine, that paints this line? Did he do this all day...draw these straight white painted stripes? Does he give it much thought? This artist,...this Da'vinci of roadways? Does he think of the life he might save....or the order this brings? His touch of white on a blacktop world? Does he do this all day.....day after day? This artwork to pay for his wife's medicine? Or for a son's braces, or a daughter's tuition? Trivial contemplation, perhaps, crazy maybe to ponder by the side of a road..... You say.....it is just a white line......so what?? To someone....even a trifle....a white line on asphalt.... might be important......