Driving with the window down
it’s hot
velocity gives birth to a warm breeze
in the stale humid air
it smooths over my face and messes up my hair
feeling the beat of the music
I fall into the rhythm of my space
green hills growing before me
storm clouds shadowing the tree tops
I am chasing white lines
til the end
a journey without judgement
freedom on a road
that’s mine and no one
can take it away
except maybe the semi-trailer I think to overtake
and then quickly drop back
catching my breath at the risk
I smile…it’s a charge and I am in charge
my heart can love the unlovable
it won’t hurt me
I am free to choose
there amidst the simple beauty of a new world
growing around me
every tree responds
the grass on the side of the road whispers unknowns
mysteries revealed on a personal canvas
and I love that some things cannot be captured and held
free moments that are given vanish just as quickly
simplicity in the moving spirit of the world
blowing us a quick kiss
