April prompt #18
HOW PEOPLE DRIVE
(with the possible exception of me and my friends)
As if the only reality is the car—
plastic and metal and fire
stealing air, breathing smoke,
machinery eating the sky.
As if there were no trees or stones,
no houses or gardens or barns,
no snow, no rain,
no mountains or moons.
As if that strange creature Time
could be warped by speeds
much less than the speed of Light.
As if all that matters is desire.
As if the fragile bones and skins and bloods
of squirrels and birds and deer and cats
and possums and skunks and porcupines
and raccoons are nothing but easy offerings.
As if every other way of moving is
suspect, self-righteous, inconvenient,
As if the road were not a way,
between two doors.