Driving Home

On By Piano girl

Parallel lines
Well-planned grids
Built to intersect
And connect
It all sounds
So logical
Like tracing
A map with
My finger
While my eyes
Follow along-
But one glance
In any direction
And all of the
Straight-line logic
Melts into a sphere
And I am surrounded
By earth and sky
Peace and hope
Past, present, and future
How is it possible?
Sensing the vastness
Of this universe
While driving down
The highway-
I don’t know how
But it happened to me
On a Tuesday

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