aren’t we driven
by our strongest imperative -
need?
and don’t our wants
feel more like the occasional
vacation?
and isn’t silence the station stop
where we can pick up a snack
fill up the car and get directions
to that place called Happiness?
I’ve noticed that way
isn’t straight line easy
neither jet nor train like
but rougher more offroad
and after all that dust
from the turns and slips
the climbs and spinouts
clears
there’s often a surprise
I never would’ve found
on my own