I wait impatiently
for the traffic to move.
Tension grows. Questions begin.
Why didn’t I leave earlier?
Why didn’t I leave later?
Why didn’t I go a different way?
Waiting’s not easy.
It’s all about wanting.
wanting what’s not currently here.
I shift gears. I breathe.
I look up at the sky.
We’re here together –
the sky, the stalled traffic, and I.
JDG
They’re not trying for first,
those trees, bushes, flowers
and shrubs. They note conditions
and bloom in their own way and
in their own time.
We could learn from them.
JDG
After consulting Google
my grandkids have found
an assortment of diagnoses
which they say fit me.
Ah, the joys of technology.
JDG
There’s no need to read
between the lines. Knox does not
hesitate. He tells
it straight and is dismayed when
I understand but say no.
JDG
Saturday at last
but why did I think I could
linger in bed, start
the day slow when cats and Knox
clearly had another plan?
JDG
Come, Wind of Reason,
gently dismantle this
castle of doubt I have built.
It matters not who gave me
the bricks. I built it myself.
JDG
If those redbud trees
could speak, I wonder
what they’d say
as we hurry by.
Oh wait, I think
I heard some
colorful language about
creatures in a rush.
JDG
It looked like some sort
of ceremonial dance,
making me wonder
if those two birds were courting
or had just gotten married,
though I do know for certain
Knox and the cats were not invited.
JDG
So often we’re quick
to judge ourselves or others
instead of taking the time
to question, discover, and understand.
JDG
Early morning fog,
both inner and outer, makes
day’s start much harder,
but with time and persistence,
clearing eventually comes.
JDG
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