Sunlight swathes the car door window, warming my shoulder with southern heat.
Tunes hum, rattling around in the radio, patiently waiting their turn to serenade me next.
The anxiety coats the air like warm milk in your stomach, clinging to the interior of the vehicle.
Words are few, silence abundant in it's absence, it only pauses for brief discussion.
There is not much left to say, the worst is over. New chapters begin, the fear seeps out and reality creeps in.

I'd like to stretch moments out.
In the way you stretch a sore back when dawn breaks,
to treasure just a few seconds more before your alarm wakes.
This is why I take a longer route when driving home; once the gas stops running through the engine I know it'll be over.

My feet are like turning wheels,
breath the gasoline,
road signs smiles of others.

My path opens at crossroad
where positive thoughts propel.  
Where birds surround
encouraging me to sing.

Feelings,
become focal points
as I glide with grace.
Eyes a glass pond
to see visions grand.

RED Lights flash,
giving time to stop
and be my own observer
of life.

YELLOW,
a chance to rev up my dreams
with abundance of memories.

GREEN,
like a flag waved at car race
to release my forward motion.

Driving up mountain,
I tap into speedometer of heart
guided by the suns rays.

Hour unveil cloudless sky,
painted by blue horizon.
Cruse controls set,
provides enjoyment
as breeze touches consciousness
of moment divine.

A moment where my own vehicle
radiates with freedom
to maneuver inside gift of life
inside gratitudes fuel.

And the trophy, is mine.


StarBG © 2017

My heart is like a snow laden car
Freezing in the bitter cold

Left to stand in a parking lot semi-alone

Clearing my windows I depart
Most anxiously to feel the need

And yet as in each morning, each winter
When the days are dreary and quick to dark

There is a frost to be found all around

And so my hesitant in heart
Is to turn over and start

Warming only by this, the end of this drive

For my heart is like a snow laden car
Covered and only to be seen in part

When cleared away the beating heart
Is too warm too late and frozen still