It was only yesterday I was sitting in my car seat
No longer a passenger
Now I must take the wheel
Not as simply as it seems
I never could have comprehended
The precision required
I struggle to master the technique
Red light! Red light!
Comin’ in hot,
Lurching to a stop.
Chug a lug lug
Didn’t quite make it up the hill
Start and start again
Concentration. Concentration.
I shift into first, second, third,
As I shift into a new stage of my life
I start to feel the ebb and flow
Pulsing my feet,
Like a cat kneading pillows.
Carving around each bend
Gaining speed
And independence
Saving all my money,
For something that belongs to me and only me.
It’s rustic beauty,
Has miles and memories
Now we can create our own
Key in hand
On a dark, grey, winter morning
A blanket of powder heaps over the sides
Scraping snow and ice,
That covers the windshield
C’mon baby!
And the engine hums,
Heat on high
Skis, boots, gloves, goggles, pass…
Ready for the day,
In a winter’s wonderland
And my mom screamed,
“Be back by eleven”
Freedom requires balance,
Of privilege and responsibility
With each mile I grow
The wheels turn with each inhale and exhale,
With the rhythm and pulse of a heartbeat.
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