A woman outside my home, doing Tai chi in the playground, when I was a child.
Wouldn’t it be easier for her to have done that in her own backyard?
She seemed to need to savor a relationship with space.
Power and control, with gentleness and detachment,
so very tied to what one feels may be touched.
The distracted driver feels a sonar coming outward from their body.
Really very much like a person doing yoga in the field.
I have got control over the situation, even if my eyes do not see around me.
The sense of reward that comes from no such vehicle or pedestrian happening to strike.
What you have, dear person in a car, is a hazardous serenity.
I would love to negate your arrogance, and try not to offend your competence.
Perhaps the warrior posing may relate to your sweet boldness.
If I have engaged you, then read my manifesto.
The Found Emotion (Invoke Yourself) 