Passenger, am I
backseat traveller
input unsolicited
I ride along.
Passenger, am I
view limited
direction speculative
I am not driving.
Driver is motivated
self-assured
I relax…until
temptation boards
Wait a minute; who invited temptation?
Driver is distracted
ego taking the wheel
Who’s paying attention?
I am not alone.
Lackadaisical dropout
sits with me – mooch
and weekend boozer
How did he get here?
Vehicle is outdated,
I warn, not a lot of room
ride at your own risk
They don’t make them like this anymore.
Crazy sister is here too
or maybe it’s me, ’cause I swear
I saw the ghost of another
It’s a good thing I’m not driving.
Darkness falling and out of gas
we stop and neon lights blare
Make a break for it!
Or… I could find a new driver.
Maybe put God at the wheel.
Would have to pay attention.
Oust the adulteress and sloth.
Be on my best behaviour.
Turn my vehicle into a golden chariot
powered by horses with wings of white
fly above all the obstacles
Headed for the Promised Land.
All fantasy, of course
I’m a backseat passenger
until vitality is restored
Then I’ll park this old model
And get a new one with GPS.
(Ride along with me first appeared her November 2014. This version is edited. Image my own.)