Station Wagon Ride

Deeply immersed
I would find myself
Entrapped by the blur
Of the corn

Sky sliding behind
The metronome poles
Poked in the ditch
Outside the window

The ride taking hours
But felt like days
As time stood still
For the journey

To Miller, Aberdeen
Or up to the lake
Or back home from
Any of these... or more

Those long long car rides
Where brothers’ loud breathing
Dad’s lame easy listening music
And Mom’s incessant filing of nails exhausted me

​But what’d I give now
To hear any of those things
Once more as I would stare
Out the window and just smile.