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The Road - by Jacopochi

I have been paved since 1894 on the West Coast, but around in one form or another long before that.  I was dirt and ruts would form where wagon wheels ran over me, but the Romans were pretty advanced and had a 4 layer road system they built between camps.  I'm used to quite a bit of traffic each day as cars and trucks and construction vehicles make their way over me to get from one place to another.  In my particular stretch, it is from the highway to downtown.

Recently, things have gotten quiet and it's made me wonder what is going on and wonder if I should be concerned.  There are still people so it's not a total zombie apocalypse, but I must have offended the cars somehow.  It's not that they are gone, it's that they appear to no longer enjoy driving on me.

I see quite a few of them, that hasn't changed.  They are parked along my sides and in driveways.  Usually we mind our own business, but recently, I've tried to figure out if it is something I did.  It's odd to not be able to make noise unless a car is driving over me.  I have been struggling to make some kind of sound to call attention to the cars.  I've also thought as loud as I could, "ARE YOU MAD AT ME?"  If even one could focus their attention on me, I'm sure we could connect - have a meeting of the minds.

But the cars are quiet.  The people do not get in them every day at the same time, slamming doors and turning on engines.  They do not come out of the house with the children and shuffle them into the car.  They do not return from places each day like they used to.  The cars just sit, no longer on a schedule.

The other day it rained for 6 hours.  It was nice just to be a place for the rain to land.  It was nice to make a little noise.  It was nice to feel my gutter fill up and the rain to wash some of the spring off my back and down the drain.  I will try to reach the cars again tomorrow.
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