And so I begin
to take the curve
and
see a new view emerging
My sorrow is
still riding along in the passenger seat, but has quieted down,
content
to be along for the ride, content to let me have my turn driving.
It’s a long
journey,
and I imagine I’ll
give up the wheel once or twice more
so
I can sleep
and
eat
and
read
and
fiddle with the map app to get a look ahead.
For now, I have
a
box of Cheez-Its tucked into the seat beside me,
an
iced latte from Dunkin’s in the cup holder,
Van
Morrison on the radio sailing into the Mystic,
and
a memory of making my mother laugh.
I can take these
things forward.
I do not have to
stay in park to have them.
We’re rounding
the bend,
and
I was right,
the view is worth it.
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