A small, boxy Chevy
in fading, beaten beige
a reminder of a lost aunt
sitting at the side of our lot
taunting two silly friends
to find the key,
coast across the street
around to the back of the church,
to our own training course –
carefully planned pebble paths
curved around crumbling concrete headstones –
one gripped the wheel
two-handed, straight up
at the edge of the vinyl seat
while the other rolled the radio dial
and called practice commands
Stop! Reverse! Park!
Giddy and strong
we were free,
we were new and ready
like the souls
stirring just below us.
Wow! JUST BELOW US by Katherine Inez Davis evokes an array of emotions about the very essence of the circle of life, continuous renewal. I am reminded of a quote about how life is like a race that no one finishes but we all get to pass the baton, so make it “a good handoff!”