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.

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(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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14 comments

  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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