Seeing Red
"...when something stops your mind, catch that moment...of big space, that moment of bewilderment...
from Start Where You Are by Pema Chodron
Stare straight ahead,
tire tracks on the county road
gray as gunmetal.
Glance into the rear view mirror,
the neighbor's hayfield
suicidal yellow.
Without looking, I know
your white knuckles
on the steering wheel
want to be around my throat.
You know the blood-colored
willows choking the creek?
Finally I see--
No red is the same.
I thank you for that.
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