lost in the familiar
i saw a hawk this morning. what a lovely way to live, flying through the crisp autumn morning, sunshine, hunger… i looked directly at the sun to see it then closed my eyes. i didn’t mind that i was driving. it was actually comforting. thinking of the way my car would roll slightly to the left, upside down, and i would finally be able to rest, alone, quiet. my turn for silence. and i opened my eyes in time to see myself crossing into the other lane. i was lost, on that familiar road, morning traffic, the same cars, and for one moment i felt okay, since i wasn’t rushing to work, i was rushing to rest.