I haven’t written a poem in a long time to please be gentle with critiquing…
Breath deep and appreciate the lack of necessity for haste
Lest the eternal minutes at the traffic light and the chaos in merging be a waste
Everyday a flood of red brakes in front and turn signals behind
The ups and downs of desperation and expectation all in a steady line
Days spent on the commute can be such a burden when it’s about where I’m going
But it can become a catalyst for meditation when I learn to ride the waves flowing
We curse the current most days, yet we expect to deliver us to our destination
We curse the destination most days, yet we expect it to meet our expectation
Do we show gratitude for the routine that we ultimately choose to follow?
When we’re confronted with our unwarranted disappointment, are our apologies hollow?
Nothing is fun forever, not because of its temporary existence, but because of ours
We dream and seek that which never ends but we’d still only enjoy a few hours
Life cannot ultimately satisfy us because we’re not built to see such an end here
Once we fully grasp that, the precise lines of all that’s wrong become a little less clear