Can we not wean ourselves
Of these avenues of trivial pursuit?
Measuring the miles to work
With occasional variations, stops
Along the way on different days.
The parking lot to the building
Is five minutes. Minutia to keep
The mind in its rat maze.

The workmen building the addition
To a house I pass each morning never
Look up, so locked in their details
As the squirrel races away from us
Helter-skelter in no discernible pattern whatsoever.