In my tiny blue car
Late on a Thursday night
Stuck in unusually thick traffic
Bored, I'm waiting
Minutes later the roads open up
And I hit the highway
There's everywhere to go tonight
If I don't go home tonight
I down the windows,
Wind gets caught in my hair
My hair gets caught in the wind
And I imagine
My glass of wine waiting
My child, waiting, the lights in the hall, switched on
I take a U turn
And go home
A million years pass in a moment
Yet that memory is clear as day,
Of me wanting to elope, alone
Today, on a mighty long Sunday afternoon
Hot and dreary, Mild and sweaty
And the air hiding an immense rain,
Drained to my bones,
I wonder, where did my Energy go
1 comment:
"Wind gets caught in my hair
My hair gets caught in the wind"
These lines are so beautiful.
Being a passenger in a moving vehicle sets an atmosphere for dreaming and escape from routine. You captured that longing for motion in this poem.
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