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Outward Bound

As when, on the interstate in the country,

you have to pull over and stop

and get out to change drivers, the hurtling forward

stops and the day opens as the car door opens,

and you are no longer moving but still, as the day moves around you,

and you see just how fast everyone else is going,

and you decide either to enjoy the field beside you, your back to the traffic,

or quickly as possible get the car going again:

So, leaving the rush of private thoughts is also

like entering an open stillness. A great halt occurs.

Someone else, talking, removes you from the inner pressure,

and either you can enjoy the release, like a field of sunflowers,

or hurry to break off

and rejoin the mental traveling that speeds you away.