From here to there we travel <br />completely trusting <br />of your skill behind the wheel <br /> <br />Ponytail between the headrest and seat, <br />eyes wide open <br />head turned to glance <br />a quick peek at the rearview mirror <br /> <br />a blast of colors <br />a chevy screams by <br />a few honks here and there <br />but there you are, without a care <br /> <br />the telephone wire swings <br />up and down like a wave <br />and the signs yell <br />turn here! and turn there! <br /> <br />but those blue eyes are wide <br />and the radio swings <br />music from long ago <br />very long ago <br /> <br />your fingers snap to the constant beat <br />the rhythm seeps through <br />your smile inches out little by little <br />and you belt out a solo <br /> <br />and yet the person in the next car <br />less than ten feet away <br />smokes a cigarette <br />then dumps it in his mini-ashtray <br /> <br />the big man scarfs down <br />his dozen donut box <br />the little woman shouts <br />at her teenage daughter on the cell phone <br /> <br />but this is their escape <br />from everything around <br />from everything unclear <br />and from whats to come <br /> <br />how could they waste such a peaceful time <br />to relax and take a break from dear sweet life <br />to let their hands rest gently on the wheel <br />and their feet press lightly on the gas pedal <br /> <br />and all to be unhealthy <br />and all to be angry <br />and all to be on edge <br /> <br />that is not the open road <br />that is not the peace they seek <br /> <br />i take advantage <br />and let the wheel glide <br />locked in my own private safe <br />yet free as a bird<br /><br />Bailey Logan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rhythm-behind-the-wheel/
