frustration finds me fuming again
I am not where or who I want to be
but as usual the heavy fuel of self reproach is too quickly spent and I am left stranded in a town called nowhere
the pay phone is missing its receiver
the cord hanging limp with wires exposed
mercy is on the other end but she can’t get through
and I’m stuck here on a lonely highway until I let the rage go like a semi rumbling by
These moments when I am forced to stop and reflect are not a waste.
Pulling back out onto the road I pick up a hitchhiker named grace.