I was waiting in line at a fast food drive-through,
early evening, in South Florida.
Town was always quiet after five.
The sky was a’flame with oranges, reds and subtle grays.
I was thinking how I hadn’t been exercising, writing or meditating.
I sat in line, silently, criticizing myself
with these truths.
Then I said aloud “I don’t even pray any more.”
This the only statement spoken.
I exchanged money for food and pulled
out onto US1.
As I was accelerating out, a large, dated car
pulled in front of me and brake checked me, continuing to a stop.
Confused but not outraged I looked at the rear of the car, where a single
bumper sticker sat, between the left and right brake lights.
It was two hands pressed together
With the words “Just Pray”.
About the Creator
Jay
I’ve been writing since middle school! I found it is a great way to express self‘s darker or exaggerated sides and to distill a thought or concept. Also see: https://instagram.com/metaphor_poetry https://www.clickasnap.com/Jamesjcm1969
The problem with being a nice person
Who would have thought that being a nice person could be problematic. The majority of people would tell you that’s what they want to be or at least want those around them to be, but as it turns out, what we want and what we say we want are worlds apart. I won't stress or ramble on about how I would like things to be, but I’ll just analyze why this is, I am not sure either if a solution is even possible.
By real Jemaabout 11 hours ago in Confessions
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