I drive this vehicle
on two legs,
down all the paths of my life.
Down the road to the store
and to where the bus stops
and all the places I’ve never been.
Stepping every step,
seeing all the things
caught in the headlights
and thinking all thought it thinks,
speaking and listening,
eating and farting,
and sitting in the shade
on hot afternoons with cool drinks.
All the things these vehicles
are capable of.
This heart, these lungs, these arms and legs,
this imagination, this haughty ego,
all on temporary loan
from our universal mother
for traversing this stoney realm
with all its roaring traffic and perilous pitfalls,
over the hill and ’round the bend.
Burning the stars
and blowing the wind.
To know the joy and pain
of love within,
riding this space case as long as it lasts,
beyond the end of all that’s been,
all the way home.