Traffic Jam

1.

And here where the cars meet and wait

and people's eyes greet, and speak their thoughts

I am at the turning point.

The cold air chills me slowly;

I am listening carefully to my companion

Who is everywhere that I am

And sometimes a different form.

2.

Glazed behind the window of my mind

I am watching from the tunnel

where the rain falls

and the earth smells free;

I am watching from the traffic

feeling sky and

seeking calm.

Here and there the birds fly

reminding me

this is temporary.

3.

And all along I know this life

Her tomorrows are no sweeter than today

What she wills is that we will

that sweetness come our way.

feb 1999