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.
Air conditioning, or windows down?
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
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.
Air conditioning, or windows down?