What I Didn’t Do


I was driving home today.

All I wanted to do was stop the car, get out, and walk out into a field, a forrest, up a mountain, to a lake.  Somewhere uncrowded.  Somewhere loud with peace.  Some place where thoughts are free of intrusion.  Some place I could get full from the emptiness of it all.

But I kept driving.

I miss what I didn’t do.