The lanes provide the illusion
of choice while—really—the route
has already been decided.
It’s more dangerous than flying
but less sensational—no clouds
outside your window, no attendants
bearing soda crackers and wine.
You will never feel the asphalt that
bears the weight of you onward—
unless you pull over and do push-ups
on the shoulder. Rain is dangerous
but revelatory: at night you seem to
be an icebreaker on a sea of lights.
Arrival is never guaranteed but—
once it happens—feels inevitable.
The other cars you pass along the way
have their stories, too, but you won’t
hear them unless you tune in just right.