Food for Thought

Life has a way of putting us in our place.

Train, plane, automobile, on foot, propelled

by muscle memory or in dreamscape imagining,

I shall achieve my destination eventually. I have

been and shall become one with that which has

already been prescribed for me. Transitory me,

me, in motion perpetually, seemingly static at

times, but never actually stationary, I happen to

be on a light beam headed into eternity. I can make

minor course corrections out of necessity—freedom

of choice, I was taught to believe. And, I have been

duly advised at times, take a deep breath and count

to ten now and again.

Chris Hanch 12-8-19