Where Are You Going?
Where are you going
There on the paved face
Of a sphere
That spins while racing
Swift orbits
Around a flawless star
Suspended in a black universe
There you are
Sitting in your car
Staring at a red light
To watch the change
That you might move your foot
And be off
To the next light.
Where are you really going
Without a thought
To what might be waiting
After all the lights
And after all the goings
When all that’s left is you
Sitting there
Staring at your Maker?
Michele Marie
