Re-Trafficked Redress

Well it wasn’t th’ way we’d planned it to be - and 

all too clearly - nor had other road traffic we thus

encountered on our way from The Creek: the first 

traffic glitz set standards tho’ - and with panache, 

it re-echoed less than 5 kilometres down th’ track 

where we encountered another ‘queue’s’ tail-end 

with nothing to suggest it wasn’t part of th’ same 

inane road survey, & wordlessly we simply joined 

Bracalba Quarry wasn’t th’ cause tho, and semis 

loaded to the gills joined into the same queue for 

journeying south-east to Caboolture, or the main 

highway & further afield - we soon realised there 

wasn’t a control plan - or any return traffic flows, 

unless counting those who U turned to go back 

And so did we - returning to a completely stupid 

D’Aguilar traffic control zone, where wait timings 

were at behest of dense controllers - all unaware 

of a huge snarl down the track, uncaring anyway 

as its someone else’s crash, so no worries mate, 

most likely we’ll let y’ thru’ - but y’all drive slow 

That it mattered less than a hiccup said all we’d 

care to express - we didn’t best need to drive to 

Caboolture to achieve what we’d accomplish as 

easily in just visiting Woodford village: yet those 

same deeds create dilemmas others had t’ face 

simply without a farcically re-trafficked redress 

© 23 August 2017, I. D. Carswell