Sitting in bumper to bumper traffic 

I pass a sign:

Speed limit 70 mph

I crawl along

I pass another sign:

Minimum speed 40 mph

I continue to creep,

My GPS on my phone adding time as I travel forward 

Like some science fiction narrative…

I feel caught in loop…

A flash of yellow dances across my windshield

and I follow it…

.

I am passing another sign….
One that has no words…

Yellow sulfur butterflies fill the air.

Transformation is a consequence of travel in many ways.