Today’s prompt is to “select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces.” This is the photo I chose:

 

When Tumbleweeds Took Over the Town

Where do I go from here?
How can I navigate the barrier
That separates me from the mountain?

The obstacle is taller and wider than I.
I can’t see its boundary.
Does it stretch for feet, or miles?

Who will free the houses’ inhabitants?
Are they forever trapped?
Are they doomed to perish?

Will the trash cans ever be emptied?
Or when the truck comes, 
will it be forced to back out,
beeping warnings to ears that can no longer hear?

Must we wait for these thorny balls of twigs 
to crumble like cathedrals made from toothpicks?
Is this how it ends, humanity smothered by dead vegetation?

©ARHuelsenbeck