“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label side of the road. Show all posts
Showing posts with label side of the road. Show all posts
Thursday, February 27, 2020
Jalopy
When learning how to meditate it is a common tool
to imagine
yourself
being on the side of a busy road, a freeway say,
watching the cars zoom by,
noticing the varying speeds
and taking in
the flow.
The automobiles are commuting thoughts
in this scenario,
unremembered by make, model and color
unless focused upon
in passing.
Being stuck on the shoulder
more than once myself,
some savior often pulls over
to offer help
it is fair to assume I simply ran out of gas,
it seems reasonable to conclude
I do not have reliable transportation,
and it is purely logical to reason
I have somewhere
to Be-
as if I could use a lift.
I try not to use the hazard lights.
Photograph by Alan Levine, 'Roadside Susans' taken 7/17 in Public Domain.
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