6 Wheels

He drives; I sit
armrests down
blanket secured
seatback reclined.

We are trucker-high
panoramic witnesses
living a transformer life –
retractable walls, 6 wheels

bus-like we navigate
destination discovery
former stagnation distant –
we are nomads, defying roots.

He drives, and I sleep
two old people undertaking
a journey of impermanence
thriving in each given moment.


(Today’s challenge is to write a paragraph describing some aspect of life and then by erasing words to create a poem.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

14 thoughts on “6 Wheels”

  1. I remember when my children were young, we traveled in a camper. My eyes were mesmerized by the larger campers pulling in. Some years after my children were gone, we bought a larger one. Sadly, I disliked it immensely. I suppose bigger isn’t always better since I never liked our first one because I thought it was small.
    You brought back good memories of days gone by for me.
    Isadora 😎

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  2. Ohhh, yes, you wrote about THE aspect of life most on my mind lately!! So anxious for the schoolyear to end, my teacher man to be freed to become driver for this nomadic mode. Delightful poem, VJ!

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