I like to drive and
stick my hand out the window
it is fun
to let the wind push
my hand up and pull it down
as though a boat in choppy waters

I am the one driving
but I feel
it is nice
to let the wind take over
a smooth rhythm
of ebbs and flows
not a care in the world
the gentle lift
and the gentle push
and the gentle fall

but I must remember
that I am the one driving
I am the one deciding what happens.
I am the one
letting the wind take
I am the one letting my hand go
I am the only one who can change it

Published on: 2024-02-18
Tags: poetry poem Collections: poetry