Originally published April 2, 2018, this piece was a reflection on causality and fate, and my desire to embrace what little control we have (or the illusion thereof).
The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/04/02/behind-the-wheel/
Behind the wheel
But am I driving?
Or is this road deciding
When and where I’ll be arriving?
The posted signs,
Reflecting a flow of lights
On either side:
Red or white,
Depending on destination;
in front or behind?
Rearview shows
Not where we go
Neither where we’ve been
For how are we to really know
Where we are at any given time
On this endless road?
Exits pass
No turning back
Not that I’d try,
I find peace here
Along for the ride
But in the driver’s seat
Not the passenger side.
The stereo plays
Notes and verses from another day
A different time
When you were still mine
Now they speak new words, as if to say
“This will be just fine.”
Breathing slows
As darkness grows
Fading sun
As streetlights glow
The stars outshined
Only for a time:
City lights behind,
Tightening my grip
I open wide.
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 