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.