Journey 5 min (ish) Free Write

When the fog is low and dense

Air wet and heavy

Headlights seem useless

Wipers smear the mist.

At a four way stop 

Roll down the widows

Listen for cross traffic

Honk !

Time threatens

The weather is not an excuse

Missed turns

Late and all that implies

Poor planning …Shame

Disrespect Disregard 

Laziness Carelessness

Disorganization …Guilt

Is this the destination?

Is this the place to be?

Here?

Really!?

This wasn’t what was promised

The bill came due

A check was sent

Quid pro quo

And yet

The familiar roads 

Are confounding

The same old turns 

Entangling

Vision is deceptive

Light reflects and changes

Hearing can’t be trusted

In this disoriented state

Longing for a landmark

A familiar face, perhaps a vice

Cold comfort, yes even that

Will do

The wandering, seeking journey

No surprise amidst the distractions 

In the sunshine  

It always comes back to this

The senses must be stripped bare

Out of breath and out of plans

In broken solitude

Come the tears

“Help”

A prayer, barely gasped

The clouds readjust

Just enough

The center line is visible

The trees on the sidewalk too

Stop chasing light and shadows

The road always leads back to you.