When the clutch fails
on a vintage red convertible
merging on the freeway
you’ll have to pull over
for awhile
at the mercy of the odds
take shelter on a grassy knoll
in a deserted business park
and reflect
that objects in the mirror
are definitely closer than they appear
maybe decide right there
in the crisp, night air
in all your glorious vulnerability
that you don’t want to be left clutching
at relationships that don’t work
at doing and getting it all
at the clutter clouding your existence
clutching at hope, half-broken dreams, failed escape routes
rather clutch
a strong arm
a peace sign for coexistence
a dreamy pillow of forgiveness
a soft purring feline
Maybe it is time to sell that car
and take the bus…
Definitely on the bus, that’s me!
The bus is a good choice 🙂
Wow, that got real quick!
Luckily I’ve not been stranded a great deal in a car, but it’s a drag when it happens. . .