You’ll Pass by Again
Someday when I least expect it.
Like a car driving by
on a long empty road in the countryside,
secluded from the busy towns and streets,
surrounded by the hills and fields,
the occasional house,
The cows feeding on the grass,
cornfields so tall and vast,
the perfectly shaped
white puffy clouds adorning the sky,
dainty flowers growing
adding splotches of color,
the sunset on the horizon
covering the immense green hills
with a warm orange glow.
Until the moment
when a car drives by
interrupting the peacefulness.
The cows, the fields, the hills,
all being captured and trapped
by the clicks and pictures
of the family inside it,
blasting music as if they were
the main characters in a movie,
not enjoying the view for what it is
or taking in the clean air;
when I am enjoying my quiet
away from the business of the world,
you will drive by on this road
and return to the busy and crowded highway
as I watch the sun cover the fields
in a warm blanket.