If you are bored you are not paying
attention
pay attention to every moment
drive along a country road
turn off the radio
with its stories of bombs and
cannons killing the innocent and the not so innocent,
housing foreclosures,
falling dollars, rising dollars,
radioactive tsunamis.
Turn it all off and watch the flowers,
the trees
stand witness
filling the air with air.
the irregular pavement
jostling you in your seat
this way and that
see that bird land on the road
only
to take off again
where am I going?
not there yet
I’m here
