In the back of an Uber
while blotches of color
driven by faceless drivers smear past
and metallic grills reflect
pointed beams of sunlight at me.
In the background,
floating fall leaves land on the ground,
joining a sea of their brown brethren.
I’m late for work,
but my mind’s eye is focused
on the cycle—always rushing around,
stopping in places but never staying too long,
judging decisions against the rubric of right and wrong.
But right for who pray tell? Wrong for who?
Questions take form
like the smoke from exhaust pipes in front of me,
while answers disappear,
blown about
by the cold winter winds of indecision.
