(I)
watched – the trees sliding past – us
blur into each other.
Rush, rush, rush
said the air
as we approached the horizon
The sky was an opaque grey;
(looked) like a cement wall.
I imagined an invisible giant placing the earth into a concrete box.
I wondered if I had ever been
a blur in(to) the scenery – (the sky) –
for someone watching me through a car window.
What was meant to be a comforting hand on my shoulder (instead)
felt stiff and contained, it felt like
fingers – were – made (of) plastic
I wondered if
parts of me were perhaps stuck
on a landscape like smeared paint
– mistakes –
I wondered if (you) my love
had ever driven past me.