You is Understood

You’re driving through chrome traffic,

bumper tunnel vision

glass bubbles insulate you from human forms

form after human form,

your ubiquitous routine, driving

daily, nightly, survival function human transport

archaic

incessant route,

some forms huddled forward

unseen communication device below eye line,

heads flick up, down, down and up

on this freeway

other forms hold fast to their device oblivious

they drive, some with both hands,

some, one with one; the other at wheel,

deadpan faces, mind fog reality escape

from the asphalt grind

even music bores you

AM, FM, XMradio, canned tunes makes no matter,

your thoughts wander here to there everywhere

your colors are grey, silver, black and rust

on railings of this asphalt vein of travel

You’re just going to work, nothing unusual

like you’ve done countless times

so what do you do now?

Your mind drifts, it’s got a mind of its own

you yield,

at first you enjoy it then feel conviction and attempt resistance

but in the end it wins with resignation

whatever

let it take me where it will

alarm, brakes, some jerk cut into your line of trajectory,

you curse call him or her, a few awful names for which you simultaneously ask forgiveness

and on and on you go into oblivion

led by a renegade mind

lost in a metallic cloud of traffic

trapped in a metal silicon glass cocoon

Your boss is an insensitive jerk a bitch, a witch an ass….e

is where your mind took you

you hate your job in fact,

road rage begins gritting your teeth

your shoulders tense, your head spins in anger

then you hear a still small voice: “I love you from the foundations of the world”

spend time with me, I am here, I know you’re thirsty. Take my yoke, it's not heavy"

you grab your wayward mind and shake it

reprimanding it with firm telepathy; you manage to commandeer it

takes effort; you’ve done before

you reign it in with a thing called prayer

or just plain old talk with him,

the invisible Christ who you know is always there

whether you feel him or not

you settle in and relax feeling more equipped

handle the freeway

the internal turmoil of modern stress

you yield but this time to the spirit of the true God

you begin pondering on matters of godly love

even in the midst of controlled chaos on this LA road

you feel peace

you begin singing as you

push the radio dial on

and punch preset for, KLOVE