Backseat Admirer:: 2nd Draft

In all honesty, I’m terrible with directions.
When I ride in cars, I always look out the side window.
This inclination began when I was a child;
I was too small to ride in the front seat.

I like to watch:
trees rush by;
flocks of birds
weighing down power lines
or resting on shivering ponds.

On rural roads, local drivers and wanderers wave hello,
and porch sitters share stories through a petty glance.

Parting from my home in the countryside
to visit the bank or grocery store:
the gradual devolution of pasture to gravel road
to asphalt and then to cement;
is a welcomed sight

…sometimes…

it’s like watching evolution in fast forward
depending on which way I’m travelling.


These days, I am the driver
and I frequently travel in the wrong direction,
despite my best intentions.

Yet, this routine is tolerable:

I’d much rather travel through this world watching life continue,
then to remember where humans built roads.