Erratic

hushed drops of rain
pelting the roof shingles
quiet birds occasional chirping
horse stands in the middle of the field
dozen cows lounge unaware of the mud
cats under the firewood tarp
snug sleeping curled in spirals.
i am meditating,
fixing my global emotional position,
coordinating intellectual
and spiritual quadrants
now into this countryside repose
a lone vehicle interjects
rides like a posse twirling up dust
back and forth,
over and over,
back and forth,
engine whinning,
back and forth,
spinning wheels of diversion
dust clouds of decision
just outside my window.
I stop my search
call a friend to talk
about the erratic car.