My brother is parked on the side of the road. <br />I drive past slowly. <br /> <br />My hands are steering my car. <br />His hands are at his sides. <br /> <br />We all have cars, <br />Little bubbles with air inside. <br /> <br />We drive back and forth like insects, <br />Moving body parts, breathing, <br /> <br />Our hearts keeping pace, <br />Our hands on our steering wheels. <br /> <br />I turn to look as I drive past slowly. <br />His hands are at his sides. <br /> <br />I know he would wave if he could. <br />I roll the window up, watch the road.<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-term-care/
