Two Roads Converge

at my destination.

Tonight I choose
the slower road,

the one with the stoplights
that make you pause
with strangers in front
and behind.
You almost have to consider
the strip malls
and side walks
and street signs.

Tonight I choose the one
with the lower speed limits
and the one
where the cop waits
just below the crest of that hill.

The other is just as fair:
longer, smoother arc;
speed limit that gets you there
fast, but takes you farther.
This other where you can fade
into the music,
or the chatter on your radio.

Tonight
I choose the slower road
and turn off the iPod,
turn off the air conditioner,
roll down the windows
and try

to breathe.