Jul 18, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry

Driving on Parallel Lines
©July19th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Tree after tree after tree
Flashes by, green streaks against blue.
Endless scenery can get old.

But oh, the lure of the car!
The getting in it, the onward trip.
A metal box of death
With music to beguile us
Pouring out of an i-pod,
Promises liberation,
The dog drowsing in my arms
Or staring out the back seat,
While my husband takes the wheel.

(Or, when I drive alone, and the dog
Sits in the passenger seat
And looks at me, and at the road,
Tongue hanging out in joy, a
Grin of anticipation on her face.)

And the car flies on the road,
Humming in pleasure, for she knows
She’s heading for a place that’s new,
And what car can resist that?
Onward, she goes, and skims
The heat-shimmering surface
Of a road that leads her on,
Promising eternity where the sky
Bends over a nonplussed road,
Which defies geometry,
When two parallel lines
Get closer and closer,
And finally meet.

And we drive right over that point,
Into another world
Just over the horizon,
Chasing the sun.

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Drive

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