Sometimes
things move so slowly, so surely towards the same destination.
They move slowly (seem fast at the time) towards ratiocination.
Sure as sunshine under a blanket of clouds ends a rain,
as ocean waves beat the shore and wind blows spray, as inevitable as night following (oh hell, you know the cliche´).
I observe this as my path
meanders in front of me, the optional exits and cloverleaf off ramps
glittering, calling, leading astray . . .
