Attraction

Tire tracks,

Like life lines on the street’s palm,

Leave anxiety

In the wake of cooling calm:

So many crossings,

Like a gigantic caution sign;

So many warnings,

Shallow treads out of line…

God,

How do I get in traffic jams like these:

Is it because I steer too hard to please?

My mind is slipping,

Like helpless tires on sheer ice:

I need your helping hand,

Your loving heart, at any price.