Raindrops muddy our cars
to the beat of windshield wipers,
swish, swish, swish …….
Hands gripping steering wheels
we maneuver the maze
of steel, plastic, and rage
with destination’s tunnel vision.
Buffeted by the storm inside and out
life rides on inflated tires turning
at the speed of escape.
© Susie Clevenger 2013
Comments
I've become a fair weather driver now. Easier that way.
K
A lesson on how to make a fast exit mindful of bad weather. Nicely Susie!
Hank
and i love the phrase..speed of escape...running away from something we dread is always at a greater speed than running towards something we love...
Our speeds of escape are never a constant but I do like mine to be fast.
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Well, there are some things for which I NEVER WANT to escape.
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Thanks for the metaphorical "storm" as well as the inner storm, and our twin navigations of same. This is wonderful writing, Suzy, Amy
Knockout line!
Love this one Susie!