You is Understood

You’re driving through chrome traffic, 
bumper tunnel vision
glass bubbles insulate you from human forms
form after human form, 
your ubiquitous routine, driving
daily, nightly, survival function human transport
archaic
incessant route, 
some forms huddled forward 
unseen communication device below eye line, 
heads flick up, down, down and up
on this freeway
other forms hold fast to their device oblivious 
they drive, some with both hands,
some, one with one; the other at wheel, 
deadpan faces, mind fog reality escape 
from the asphalt grind
even music bores you 
AM, FM, XMradio, canned tunes makes no matter, 
your thoughts wander here to there everywhere 
your colors are grey, silver, black and rust 
on railings of this asphalt vein of travel
You’re just going to work, nothing unusual 
like you’ve done countless times
so what do you do now?
Your mind drifts, it’s got a mind of its own
you yield, 
at first you enjoy it then feel conviction and attempt resistance
but in the end it wins with resignation 
whatever 
let it take me where it will 
alarm, brakes, some jerk cut into your line of trajectory, 
you curse call him or her, a few awful names for which you simultaneously ask forgiveness
and on and on you go into oblivion 
led by a renegade mind 
lost in a metallic cloud of traffic
trapped in a metal silicon glass cocoon
Your boss is an insensitive jerk a b***h, a witch an a*s….e 
is where your mind took you
you hate your job in fact, 
road rage begins gritting your teeth
your shoulders tense, your head spins in anger
then you hear a still small voice: “I love you from the foundations of the world” 
spend time with me, I am here, I know you’re thirsty. Take my yoke, it’s not heavy”
you grab your wayward mind and shake it 
reprimanding it with firm telepathy; you manage to commandeer it 
takes effort; you’ve done before 
you reign it in with a thing called prayer 
or just plain old talk with him, 
the invisible Christ who you know is always there 
whether you feel him or not 
you settle in and relax feeling more equipped 
handle the freeway 
the internal turmoil of modern stress 
you yield but this time to the spirit of the true God 
you begin pondering on matters of godly love 
even in the midst of controlled chaos on this LA road 
you feel peace 
you begin singing as you 
push the radio dial on
and punch preset for, KLOVE