Mainstream

I watched
the creek
today
after it
had really
rained
it rolled
off the
rocks
in a rushing
roar
 
I saw
the path
carved where
once upon
a time
before
another branch
had hugged
 the other shore
it wouldn't
touch until
there was
another storm
and its
water
raised
beyond
what it had
shorn
in the
path
the main stream
had worn
 
it was
clear
that this
was a metaphor
for the
mainstream
culture
raising a
barrier
to a different
path
by carving
away the
ability to be
and act
with autonomy
 
the mainstream
demands
conformity
eroding
our minds
uniformly
so we can't
conceive
of where
we used
to be ... free
to roam
a
slower slope
taking our
time
going slow
and enjoying
the show
down
the road
 
we're
all heading
there
in the end
but I like
to hug
the alternative
bends
and corners
for life
is lived
in these
moments
of presence
and purpose
and
though
this path
may leave
us
lonely
its worth
the trust
we place
in the richness
we create
by avoiding
the
rat race
 
3.17.23