Blur

The trip has gone too fast,
too many cities, too few days,
a rush of new faces, new names,
strange highways,

to many lessons
to absorb. A blur
of hope and uncertainty,
of the universe in motion,

while you stand still
and enjoy the dance of
color and madness.

About this Poem

I’ve been on a road trip of work and looking for work and picking up my daughter for college then home again. I am looking forward to the drive home today, a nine hour drive in good weather. However, today’s weather is anything but good – there is snow almost all the way between here and Vermont.

But the drive home will let the trip settle down, help me make sense of the whirlwind.  I won’t think the past few days through, I will feel them through, letting the emotions make sense of the facts, and, and come back to my best self, which is still, not chaotic.

The picture was taken in New York City a week or two ago.

Tom