The light turns green and you speed into a blur of motion.
Plummeting forward toward final impact, you remain blissfully unaware and do not understand that you have
completely lost your way.

To you, the Earth is nothing more than an oversized ashtray.
You toss your cigarette out the window of your Porsche, thinking
nothing of it, feeling it’s your prerogative to burn up 
all opportunity.

You snub those of us you mistakenly consider to be lesser lights.
At ease in your Universe of Chaos, you miss the created order revealed in majestic moments when life says
slow down and stop awhile.

Even when the light turns red again and I pull up next to you,
you crank up the hip hop and toss out a beer top – anything
to fill the emptiness. I only wish you could  
feel the grace of this day,

perfect balance of being where you are, of waiting for the light
to change. But I remember when nobody could convince me
there was anything I was missing; green was the
only color I knew.