I am channeling the Road Runner.
The universe is using its own Acme tools to slow me.
Coffee spilled on my fresh from the dryer jeans,
back ordered car replacement parts assuring that no ride is smooth.
Every moment seems to contain a metaphor,
a laugh, a bruise or a lesson.
I am have to admit that the extremes
are proving the quickest way to get my attention.
I need to slow down,
my driving, my thinking, my movements,
the beats of my heart, my reactions...
But off I go leaving a sandy cloud in my wake.