micropoem for the day: the rear view mirror

I never know what I am going to see when I look in the rear view mirror of my car. Some days it’s just a regular guy trying to get to his regular job, making regular time. Some days it’s a mom with her 2.5 kids, heading to drop them off to school. Some days it is some young guy heading toward me like Superman making like a speeding bullet. Scary, isn’t it?

rear view mirror sight
man on a motorcycle
sitting in traffic

haiku for the day: late night driving

Driving Midnight Blues 

Midnight driving my car 
hums alone through this city 
dotted with lakes, 
the road ahead an ocean 
of night my headlights part. 
The saxophone on the radio 
wails into the darkness 
enveloping me, ghostly wanderer, 
up and down the four-lanes 
as these midnight blues drive 
through the hot Florida night. 

I used to drive late at night a lot. I’d get into my car at around midnight and start driving. I didn’t have a destination. I just drove for two, sometimes three hours. I turned on the radio and let the music flow through me like some river. When I returned home, I crawled into bed and slept soundly. There was something soothing, refreshing about those drives. I don’t do that much anymore. 

songs on the radio
a well lit late night drive home
a meditation