Light, filtered by oak leaves, dances over the translucent surface of my windshield And my windows. In this bubble, pierced by fragments of fuzzy radio white noise, I dive beneath the surface of the sea Surrounded by sharks zooming by, blaring bass throbbing against my ears Then gone all too quickly.
I don’t believe I’ve ever been this calm. Driving requires a certain zen: The menial activities of turning the wheel— hands 10 and 2— Pushing down right or left pedal as required, speeding up (Or slowing down) The rushing, trundling, kaleidoscopic world around me.
I am omniscient. Feel the energy throbbing beneath my body, the roar of The engine, the pure, Unaltered power of the Cogs and Pistons. I control this segment of my life absolutely, concretely. You Could argue it’s the only thing I do control at all.
This leaves my mind free to remember, to wonder Whether you remember, or wonder at, me.