In the darting of the day
When all earth-bound arteries
of blackened stone and painted lines
Vibrate a serpentine rhythm

Of humans on their way
To destinations of assumption
I roll forward in contemplation
On a wheel turning in my mind

Where I am
Where I will be

Of the slippery way I travel
Of a dog running in the street
Of my children far away

I lay my course
I fasten my seatbelt
I back out of my driveway

– Paul Stitt