183. Drive On (Myshkin, 2021) · free verse

My lungs are full of life As I drive, drive, drive, drive, drive and drive. I am softly in love With my car Ray, An easy, Content, Sunday morning kind of love. Alone with my thoughts, Generous heapings of space For us to swallow up. State by state shows off, Just a bit— River-turned-lake in Georgia, Too brief tree tunnel in Alabama, Understated beauty. I feel balanced, Neither ahead of myself Nor behind, No anxiety, No depression, Nowhere to get to, Ironically.