Driving on the interstate, people passing by
just worried about what the day has in bring.
Sun is not up, but thinking about it
mightily trying to push its way through the cloud covered mountaintop.
Mountains surround us, cars and commuters everywhere.
Yet I am alone.
Alone in my car and alone in my thoughts.
I look to the west, a rainbow appears in the clouds.
It looks like a child chalked it into the sky
and took a paint brush and smeared it downward
through the clouds, past the mountains
and to the ground.
I look to the east, the sun is trying rise.
The clouds are scattered. The sun’s brilliant white rays
thrust through the clouds
creating a radiating halo over the top of the mountain.
I look around, cars and people everywhere.
No one else sees this.
I am alone.
I am at peace.
Was this just for me?
Morning Commute
