Aimless Planets

Lavender buds singing through my window

I'm cruising in the '86 Buick

Down the old gravel road

With no conception of the passage of time.

7 AM sunbeams embrace the weeping willows

And puffs of pollen float forward like aimless planets.

It's the world we live in, and it's ours to bask in.

At least for a while.

That's the fleeting joy of life,

A right not a privilege.

But I can't shake the memory of the accident by the road

And the woman pulled out on a red stretcher,

With her children and her husband weeping at the scene.

She was robbed,

And her children too,

And I remember as I screech to a stop

At a red traffic light I didn't see until now

That we're fragile, just

Puffs of pollen passing through.

The world is an open frontier ,

But without a star to revolve around

We're aimless ,

And the world that should be only our threshold

Becomes our reality,

And we forget that we're just passing through.