I Know What I’m Missing

 

When there’s time

And gasoline in the car

(I’d fuel up on air if I could),

I like to drive on roads

That might be new to me

I rarely stop for anything

And I don’t go fast,

If I can help it

To see a house with character

I haven’t seen before

To hum over a bridge

Maybe with a mark for the

WPA on either side

To enjoy a plethora

Of trees

Smell and taste their freshness

Through the vents or

With the windows cracked

I have a clutch

I don’t have cruise control

So I try to curb quite literally

My chances on the highway

Ostensibly, I’m going

Somewhere, but it’s all right

If there’s no arrival

I rarely have to backtrack

So I can say I’m making progress

And like Thoreau, Berry,

Or Oliver who

Blend outdoor living with

Reflection of supernal things,

I am where I am

Without a proper ending

 

C L Couch

 

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