Car parked in carpark overlooking morning traffic,
Hiking mates yet to arrive,
Brief meditation on the meaning of social connections
Atop our tiny planet
In this vast universe;
How can we find our way
Midst chaos and confusion
When social media redefines the hive mind,
When minds do not exist?
The dead cedar tree does not say,
Neither the crushed rocks
Nor the pigeon gliding across the road,
But they exist.
Traffic sings a song
When we take time to listen.