As The Days Wander Away

As the days wander away—we wonder—with eyes wide open/half closed
Whether we will make it or not to the next rest stop.

Full of fuel we begin learning to drive
as we travel the road—left, right—left, right
first gear, second and third.

Overdrive for a time
we cruise—top down
through endless cornfields at night
witn only our headlights—the stars and the ocassional “Eat Here” sign to guide us.

Motown through tinny speakers—as it was meant to be
before surround sound, deep dish bass and all that techno stuff.

One of Detroit’s finest creations—a powder blue sixty-three Chevy Impala Super Sport
with a convertible top and a four barrel 409 engine under the hood.

Gas was fifty cents a gallon and when you floored it
You could see the gas guage move toward empty
as the carburetor fed the hungry cylinders their concentrated food.

No matter how bad the moment had been
your problems slid away as you slipped behind the wheel and turned the key.

The roar of the engine was all it took to be released from
whatever it was that was holding you back.

Happiness was a warm car—not a warm gun.

I remember the ride on Friday night—late—not wanting the evening to end
Summer breezes on Lakeshore Drive—somewhere between where I was headed
and where I would eventually end up.

Not a care in the world as I imagined myself on the way to California,
Rather than several miles from home—the night almost spent—my thoughts about to return
to the real world always pressing in.

The motion of the Chevy
The road rapidly passing underneath—the breeze
in through the open windows—the moon,
the stars, the sand

Trees/bark—house lights—lost in the moment, yet somehow fully aware of the joy,
the pain, the endurance—somehow protected from flying to high
or ever getting to low

I maintained an even keel behind the wheel
of whatever I had the fortune to drive

Road trip—road trip
Bus stop—train station, airport, hitchhike
long walks on the beach at night
no meltdown
no drown—light brown—duck, duck, goose

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Writing. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to As The Days Wander Away

  1. Terry, it was great running into you at Lowe’s today. You and I are on similar journeys, and you might enjoy the fellowship that takes place over at my blog, too.I’ve already added your blog and comments to my Bloglines reader so I can keep up with your writing here.I may be back to comment every now and then, too :)Blessings on you as you seek more and more in your relationship with Jesus. He is what unifies us.steve 🙂

  2. bPoobmoony says:

    how to unlock iphone 4unlock iphone 4unlock iphone 4 http://www.digg-home-business.info/story.php?id=8057#comments http://chaparralparkgeneralstore.com/forum/index.php?action=profile;u=9949 iphone 4 unlock unlock iphone 4 unlock iphone 4 [url=http://unlockiphone421.com%5Dhow to unlock iphone 4[/url] iphone 4 unlock unlock iphone 4

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s