On The Move

Partially inspired by the song "Get Out Of This Town" by Carrie Underwood

Behind the wheel

Of a hand-me-down silver car

Nothing but a few suitcases

Filled to the brim with

Her most valuable possessions

And some necessities

With her as she drives

Down the highway

At three o'clock in the morning

The road vacant

Except for her fellow insomniacs

Calmness and serenity filling her

With every mile that passes

Between her and the state border

She passes over an hour ago.

 

Exact destination still unknown:

She dreams of a sun

So bright so you can't see anything clearly

Radiating a heat so strong

It clings to every inch of your body like second skin

Of bright blue skies

Occasionally interrupted by

White clouds that look as delicate

As the hair on a baby's head

Of beautiful beaches

With sand slightly darker than her skin

Different hues and shapes of seashells and sea glass

Scattered in every direction imaginable

And ocean waves

The shade of classic denim blue jeans

After they've been in the wash a few times

Glittering in the afternoon sun.

 

She dreams of

California, Florida-

Anywhere that isn't this town-

Where she could lose herself

In a crowd of people

Yet still know her place

Where there weren't any reminders

Of every bad memory she possessed

But where she'd be completely alone

Without the presence or support

Of those she holds closest to

Where she couldn't identify

A single face in the crowd.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Can I hitch a lift with you? Nicely done