Thoughts About Driving

Sometimes driving makes me wonder 

Sitting in a big tin box, travelling faster than a hare

Until I reach traffic and crawl along slower than a tortoise

We spend so, so much time

Moving from one place to another

Only to go back the way that we came

An endless cycle of gas station exits and interstates

So then, why does driving feel like freedom?

It's the rush of the wind that whips our hair around

And the miles of open road ahead

It's the unmoving heaviness that we can run from if we so choose

There's so much power just resting in this vehicle 

Power not in the sheer force of the engine, but in the places it can take you.

In Vermont, it feels like we're always driving 

To and fro through gravel paths and hills and one-ways

And 1.3 million global deaths annually from motor vehicle crashes

Time slips away in a car

People slip away from us when we can't drive to them

Do children still look out the window at the nature? 

When I was little, all I wanted was a built-in TV in the back seat.

I much prefer driving in the city, excitement on every corner

Driving takes such patience and so much money

$3.04 per regular gallon in Vermont

Sometimes I don't even want a car