through the noise and traffic
I fought my way to tonight
like the brash loud car racing
light to light

the crazy race driver on
the public streets
the guy on your
bumper

you can feel him almost cussing away
and honking and in a hurry
that was me
until I got peace

I no longer rev my engine
or try to beat the yellow
I putt-putt
along in the slow lane

now,
wanting to see the leaves of the tree and
all the people and study
what they are doing
in their daily

going on and on,
and the guy with no muffler
now is not me,
the guy has finally won

peace
and contentment
almost walking I am now
and my legs

feet soul are
much better for it.