the gentle rumble of the car
shakes the metal bottle in the cup holder
next to my momís elbow.
when the asphalt switches to cement
thereís a drowning hum that
lifts me from my thoughts.
must be a bridge.

the leather seats are cold.
but Iím the perfect height to take up
all the space they have to offer.

as if not at all
the black cables
through the window
above my feet
snake across the sky.

below the sunís reach Iím
imbued in being
nowhere in particular.
Written by theyrejustwords
Author's Note
trying to convey the calm of being a child laying across the back seat in the car during a drive. any input on how this was or was not conveyed is totally appreciated!
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 4 reads 138
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 5:46am by RiAN
Today 5:44am by RiAN
Today 5:22am by cold_fusion
Today 4:11am by exvso8m1
Today 3:35am by Taurek