Water takes the lowest available incline and I have genuine respect for that,
I find the paved road and the already-lit and already-heated, and the fact
that it arrives two minutes faster to the same location isn’t laziness —
it’s the natural law of the efficient, and I embrace this.
I could have taken the longer scenic route last night, the offer was extended,
the scenic route has elevation and a view and something to be attended —
the car was warm, the main road was already known and running,
I got to where I was going either way. Nothing was stunned.
The path of least resistance, mine, the natural incline and the physics,
the path of least resistance, the water-logic and the logistics —
I’m not opposed to the high road, I admire it from the lower elevation,
the path of least resistance, and the destination is the same destination.
The man who takes the harder path arrives at the same address
with more to show for it in the internal accounting, I confess —
I understand this in the theory, I apply it in the select occasion,
the path of least resistance runs there too, in the low-road variation.
I’ll take the harder route sometime when the harder route is clearly
the only one that ends where I need to end, and then sincerely —
the path of least resistance is still a path and it still goes somewhere —
the path of least resistance. And I arrive. And you’re still there.