the open road

new freedom is ALWAYS exciting - will THIS freedom EVER not be exciting??

I got my drivers license!!!!

Now, excitement lies an easy walk from boredom.
The second school ends, I reach for the keys,
like a seedling stalk turns to the sun.

I’m soaking in this new freedom with litmus thirst.

What a spell - “combine gravel and motors for miracles,”
I say, in my best crackly witches voice.

True, my mom keeps turning the music down,
someone has to chaperone - at first
- aren’t old people supposed to be hard of hearing?

I'm anfractuous in my approach to driving goals.
“What are you laughing at,” My mom asks.
“Nothing.” I answer, confused.
Was I laughing??

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. a car mean freedom. We can go to and from where we need to be. Was one of my best days when I bought my first car. I liked the energy in the words dear Anais. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote