Sometimes

Sometimes

Cars move in straight lines

Unless acted upon

By an opposing force

The right arm

Of my left-handed self

Moves in mysterious ways

Pulling the wheel awkwardly

When I look the other way.

Even buses swerve

In time to the movement

Of stars

Red lights

And sleeping policemen

There is nothing without dreaming

If I knew how to transpose

These words into

Something other than stupid

I might change lives.

It would be so different

If the rhythm

Of life was louder

Dancing is infectious

Even for wallflowers

Inveterate dreamers

Shoe gazers

And ne’er-do-wells

Would all benefit

From a confidence boost

Rather than a sugar rush

Which often happens

When least expected.

If I were to say compassion

Is everything

Would that prove the lie?

Not everything is about

The deal

Profit is not a motive

It is an end.

Bring me John’s head

He knew a thing or two

About humility.