Cloud of self-important dust flying
racing pell-mell toward somewhere
a place long ago identified
bumper sticker reads: utopia or bust.
G.P.S. locked into target
portfolio planned to perfection
minimal stops, maximum speed
pity the fool who stands in the way.
Detour ahead, reduce speed
slow for sheep crossing
bridge out, turn around
gully washer terminates travel.
Panic sets in as the plan crumbles
A, B, C to Z disintegrate
Chaos, dis-ease, pain, suffering
bring the wheels to a grinding halt.
When our dirt road aspirations
intersect the water of life
may we shun the selfishness of road rage
dare to dive in and swim with abandon.
Riding the current of grace
swimming from stream to merging river
wider still the water flows
merging into eternal oneness.
Blip of destination fades from the screen
today’s swim becomes its own goal
sojourners form a constantly-morphing map
we’ll recognize it when we get there together.