Captivated

Life can be as captivating as a wicker basked on the side of an arid interstate; 

  it is growing closer and passes in an instant, yet that image remains.

Someone made that basket, and the materials were grown somewhere in the world.

  It's worth the time to ask the questions: who? what? when? where? hurled?

The road was bending and the light sent whispers to my mind:

  why do I feel like this is my case?

Hours passed and I arrived at my destination, 

   but I couldn't stop thinking about that basket.

It was standing upright, empty, and untouched by weather...

   but there was no one around waiting for cars to pass in order to rescue this basket.

Are my fears getting the best of me?

In writing about my experience with this fleeting image from hours ago

   I realized something about that basket.

People remember things better when they are out of the "norm".

We're unique individuals with potential. 

Find what is holding you captive, breathe out then in, and just observe 

(don't be quick to judge or label anything).

Reviews

[Joseph Newcomb]

I love this. My mind goes down the same kind of path all the time. There is a plethora of symbolic beauty in many things generally seen as mundane. And you are 100% correct about outliers being memorable - that's the beauty of them.