Slowing Down to Anywhere
After three conference calls at seventy miles an hour
down a stretch of interstate 81, the phone grows quiet
and your mind, too active for it's own good,
hungers for peace, so
you take the next exit, not reading the sign, not caring
where the winding road takes you, grateful
to be slowing down to anywhere, until
you reach the river, snow-silent and perfect,
and you park, and walk, and listen, a diversion
that restores your soul, a reminder
that life is not action, but this,
opening yourself to what is real,
slow, and Godly.
The picture was taken this afternoon on my drive to Washington, DC, somewhere near Mount Jackson, Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.