My car door sure closes
with a confident click
I think as my
left-hand high grips
the wheel and the right
turns the key
I skim past the
garage framing
down the driveway
twist my neck to catch movement
back out into the street
and accelerate
immediately confronting a choice
music or silence
is there a need to sing
and foot tap my mood higher
wail with my pipes
inside this glass bubble
kick myself into
a more animated gear?
or settle down slow the rush
connect with the idle
the hum of existence
read the stillness
sometimes there’s good
advice for my soul
I do know the silence
that fills that emptiness stays
long after my favorite song
has washed through
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