Loose Cargo

Sometimes,

I feel like I am on the back of a pick up,

tossed about like a piece of cargo,

falling out the back with many clangs and lots of yells.

And then, laying in the middle of the road,

I watch the rest of cargo safely tucked in the

flat bed of the truck moving toward the horizon,

carefully placed and organized just so.

And all the while,

I watch the truck drive away.

And I don’t run after it,

because I know

it will not wait for me.