:: Moving Along ::
I sat on the elephant, the slow-moving
Elephant, and watched the people, this morning,
The people, along the roads, doing their chores.
Some were waiting for their elephants.
Some were moving from A to B, some B to A.
Some were just moving along, going nowhere.
I suddenly thought to myself,
As all the people go on, getting busy with their lives
They focus on the current present, and then
They focus too, a little, on the nearby future
And the past and the history and everything else
Fades into oblivion. Maybe not all, but, nearly,
We are all just moving along.
We are all just busy with moving along.
Then my elephant stopped, and
I moved along.
