Let Me Tell You One Thing

  Life in the fast lane gets more interesting everyday as I see the faces zoom by, a blur that passes me while all the time I am wondering what is happening behind that blur of faces.    What is the pain and the disappointments they are running from? It is all too vivid. Rather than seeing what the rush is accomplishing, I am seeing a highway filled with people who are unfocused, unproductive, and absolutely exhausted.   The final rest must come soon, or else, the spot I have chosen to sit upon along this road, along this fast lane, will have no impact.   I just want the blur of runners to see that it is possible to sit along the lane, and watch the fools rush by.    If they perchance glance my way, I can raise my hand and wave and hope that they will connect with a stationary person long enough to see the smile I am giving to them.

  If only I could see a red bird lighting on a tree, h ow very happy I would be! When I look out my window pane, there is no green or sun, it's insane! The summer is gone and the leaves are grounded, the mirth in my heart has been impounded. The sky has wept bitterly for days on end, overcast dripping is all it will lend. The lurking Covid has kept us down, the sky keeps it's constant frown. If only I could see one cardinal perched in a tree, the contrasting red to see;  I would get up from the depths of despair and know there is hope somewhere! If only...