Who's Driving?
by Rachel Hoyt
image by duron123 via freedigitalphotos.net
Who needs attention in order to drive?
Cars are made to protect what's inside -
With so many lights they could blind the night,
Blinkers for when direction's not implied,
Cushions and heat in the seat to assuage,
As gospel radio spouts, "You are saved!"
Every trip that it has made
is splattered all over its face.
It doesn't need a mechanic or nurse
or the blessing of the church
to avoid a smattering of worse,
but perhaps all the tricks in your purse -
You can sit and watch, but not from the back.
Every shell needs a driver and that's that.
Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
Thank you, dVerse Poets Pub for the Crambo prompt which produced this poem!
