Dovina16 Jul 2006

My comment on the deleted one was a bit snide: “I'm sorry you said, near the end, that the car has dual controls. Up to there I imagined you on his lap in a fine rainy day romp along an Indian lane.”

Striving this time to inflict wounds of a friend, please take a few goddess stabs at an angel:

Trees sway.
The heavens storm.
I’m sitting at the wheel,
driving to drum beats of thunder
while the instructor watches.
‘Left indicator, brake a little,’
he commands…
I clutch and find first gear,
move on slowly… there’s a hump ahead
clutch again and shift to two,
accelerate a bit,
almost confident, I shift to three
and speed on.
I shift to the fourth,
speed away,
confident now, I forget he’s there.
I thrill at being in control,
transferred to a world of my own,
till I come to a junction;
the rain’s pouring,
and I don’t know how to stop.
My instructor suddenly presses
the brakes..
and then I realize
he’s got the controls
on his side too,
and I’m saved in the nick of time.

Lord, how could I forget
You’re in control of my life?