Into a rhythm ruled by @3kgrrrr@1 and @3bprrrr,@1 vibration I am born of, borne by, seated on the driver's side. The whoosh of heat is respiration to this solo drive. Winter ice, the mirroring of road gives me back my face my face my face, the sheen of headlights slicing as I brace my clutch foot with my gear hand in one motion. Driving's solitary, sealed, devotion that pounds my thinking into engine grime, detaching, reattaching, driving time meets meditation, speeding, shifting, slowed, responses to my body and the road— lessons of my life I've learned alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUTTIN' THE BABY AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS TWILIGHT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS A SONG OF LABOUR; DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-WORKERS WITH PICK AND SHOVEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN A BURIAL-GROUND .. SOCIETY OF FRIENDS by BERNARD BARTON |