to somewhere, through nowhere

spirit drains
and dies,
swirling
into the dark hole
of an urban breath,
shallow,
nauseating,
mind-splitting,
playing havoc
with a gut
wound up
and spent,
in the white noise
and grey whorls
of heady traffic

what sanity
could I retain
in this busy world
too full of everything
and nothing,
but for the sighting
of a family of cows
lost in the daze
of this insanity,
resting against the warmth
of each other's shoulders,
right in the middle
of a busy road
to somewhere,
through nowhere.