Passage

Moving moving
On
Blurred is the form
The ruts in the
Mud lane run deep
Channels for the rain water to flow
Turning the path into a quagmire
The wheels follow the channels
Its easier but risky
As one could get bogged down
And then to disembark
When the bells have fallen silent
And the bull lows impatiently
Straining
A heave might loosen the cog
And set it rolling
Or it may not
Remain stuck till the yoke
Is slashed and the animal released
The cart abandoned
Bells silent
Forever.