Drive

Windows down
fingers breeze through my hair
alone on the open road
the dashes and lines
and the trees pass me by
held in mid-air
the momentum carries me forward
my hands on the wheel
my foot on the pedal
the hum and the buzz in my ears
the sun on my face
the radio off
singing the thoughts of the day gone by
my secret escape
from the world around me
Where am I going?
And where have I been?