Directions

Which way to turn?
down a small country road
that passes pastoral beauty
and makes you sigh just
because you can breathe deep
and hold a silly smile...
and feel wonder like a child?

Or that fast lane
that promises exhilarating
speed, pedal pushed steadily
down..feeling like a race car driver
a grin plastered to your face
and the wind making hair
tornadoes as it enters
your open window?

I would rather have to stop for
cows crossing the street,
then sit in traffic
because someone thought
they could break the sound barrier
and brought the world and themselves to a halt.

A slow and steady cruise
through life, not acting like a
passing fool, in a hurry to get nowhere.


My mother used to drive me mad
as a teenager..driving exactly the speed limit
and being passed constantly.
Her reply? " why hurry? They will
all be waiting at the traffic light
when I arrive."
And she was right, they were.
It has taken me a long time to
accept her advice on patience.

Impatience for the most part does
not pay off.
I will get where I need to go just
by doing the right thing and
steadily moving forward.