Man Trapped on a Bridge
Wesley Chapel is a busy street,
rush hour traffic is slow but relentless,
people focused on what is in front of them,
often blinded by what is around them,
especially when it is dark with limited vision
created by the oncoming traffic.
Driving half blind we were.
So I was there one night, with a fellow monk,
on the way to the hospital,
and moving slowly, relentlessly towards I-20,
when suddenly before me, on my right,
surrounded by the flood of cars,