Fast….

I have been known to buy sports cars. A never -ending pursuit of just a little bit more. A little bit more speed, a little bit more sexy, a little bit more enviable. And then there is the day when you carelessly hit the curb, or a stranger opens a door and leaves a ding. The disappointment of damaging the car… and the moment you say, “I guess it’s mine now!” We are not meant to live at the end of the parking lot to avoid the dents. If only we could be so graceful with ourselves.

Times are times
And fast is just one
Unscratched, unscathed
Is a life undone

Through dented fender
And curb rash showing
A scar is earned
When my fuel is flowing

‘Tis joy to wear
Each day’s surprise
And not be somebody else
In someone else’s eyes