Stuck in traffic,
But I’m okay.
Got cut off,
But I’m okay.
My radio’s broken,
But I’m okay.
It starts to rain,
But I’m okay.

Because even in this car
I’m close to the trail
That leads me to Out Of The City:
The Ice age Trail
That takes me back in time
To a world long lost
To the footsteps of concrete,
Noise, and Smog.
The trail’s guidance winds
In escape from the encroachment
That I myself need to break.

My foot touches down on the softened dirt,
And now I’m okay.