HANDS FREE

Take your hands 
off the wheel,
so the circle

can be a circle

again and free

of your meddling

grip, so the road

can be a path

that contains

all directions

at once 

and what is

carrying you

forward - yes, 

forward - can be

a transport

you can't control,

that you simply

must trust

is taking you

to where you need

to go and at

the speed necessary

for the journey

you're on. Don't

be surprised

once your hands

are free, if 

a red-breasted 

sparrow comes

tapping

at your passenger-

side window

chirping its

seasoned song.

This won't be

any ordinary sparrow,

though. It will be 

an ancestor

coming to you

with a message: I am 

here, beside you, son.

I will be your guide,

if you let me.

I have wings,

yes wings, for

the both of us, 

so long as

you keep

your hands free

of the wheel.