Roar away


For the past few months
I have driven from my house
to town and back again,
then a few days later
I would do it again.
This week on the way
to town I stamped
on the accelerator
and the car’s engine
made a deep, passionate
roar as if it was saying
thank you, this is fun,
I missed this. But really
I was the grateful one
because I had a chance
to escape my smallness
for the first time since July.