Road Trips
I am most tranquil when the wind blows on my face. I love the short swift bursts of trees, grass People, vehicles and tarmac When the earth whizzes past me Colors merge into an obscure sight of vague things past I hardly ever look back at a road trip. My eyes dart through the window, Looking and leaving Looking and leaving Back and forth Back and forth. My head spins and I close my eyes to drown the dizziness The sudden lack of light intoxicates me. I feel my icy anxieties thawing Sizzling and steaming up to the sky far away Replaced by a certain lighter delight Several sighs later I sit back and enjoy my journey The speed picks up My spirit soars And I suddenly really realize that there is some good and beauty In this otherwise sorry world.