One Hand On The Wheel





Driving today
Laid back in the leather seat
Of the Pimpmobile
Windows open
One hand on the steering wheel.

And while there is pollen and
Spattered dirt
From the rain
Last night
On the windshield

Things couldn’t be more clear

As I watch the landscape ahead
As it unfolds before me
Rolling
In synchronicity
With the low profile wheels
And chrome hubs.

My life is mine.

The beauty.
My mistakes.
The humor and horror.

I own all of it.

And I feel good
Right now
Windows down
Sunroof open

Myself open

To the possibilities
As glossy as the sun
Reflecting off the waxy paint.

My life
Wouldn’t be nearly as good
As it is
If I didn’t hold the steering wheel loosely
And get lost upon the way.