getting there

Train molecules
     gliding past
     all in a tidy row
     going somewhere

Water
     following gravity
     taking the long way ‘round
     and 'round and 'round the Earth
     going somewhere

Cars spinning a slow arc
     along the overpass
     cutting through the morning sun
     all going somewhere

Clouds grazing slowly
     darkening the plains
     come from yonder,
     going somewhere

Wind dancing with wind
     down the street
     around the trees
     it’s going somewhere

Sounds of
     creaks
     and bumps
     and thuds
     and spills
     coming from everywhere
     going to many somewheres

Streams and pools of soul
     in their people skins
     lead by their baggage
     and their questions
     all hoping
     they’re going somewhere

maybe they are