My mother use to say that I’d find something good in everything, always
dissecting, analyzing and creating meaning where there may be none. This
poem reflects that opinion. One morning at work I discovered a white BMW
that had pulled over; but didn’t actually clear the driveway. He was a
full car length obstructing the driveway. For reasons I won’t go into
here, I felt like it was a reflection of protection, a message from the
Universe, if you will.
A white car blocked the driveway
Here, the whole long day
It was a curious inconvenience
‘Bout all I have to say
Given my capacity
To conject meaning where there’s none
The BMW brought up a lot
In my work that day, on the run
It represented protection
A sentry just beyond the door
A message from my Higher Self?
Of my protection ever more?
The owner drives an ambulance (*1)
Somehow that had a ring
That health and safety provided for
If I needed anything …
Yes my life wrapped in conjecture
In on-going entertainment
Money saved vacation-less
lust crystals on which it’s spent
(*1) The reason I knew that the car owner was an ambulance driver, I called
the Sheriff’s Dept., they found his phone number, called him and he
explained that his car quit on him on the way home the night before, hence
the result. . .