Sunday, November 12, 2006

Passing up the driver

"I don't want to be a passenger in my own life." ---Diane Ackerman
--Response to this Sunday Scribblings prompt

A passenger is something we all may be
From time to time
Or shall we drive
Be in control
Call the shots
Perhaps its better
To chase the wind
Follow the dancing leaves and become caught
In an intoxicating dance
Possibly finding
A welcome surprise

Not I, the strong mind
Shall join the dance
The dance is scary
Dancing unknown
I am content
To follow
My own road

If for once I could dare
To trust
To sit beside a dear friend
With an open mind
Perhaps I could find
An old dirt road
Where sunshine is
And the proverbial greener grass
Really grows


Stacy said...

Passenger or driver? Nice comparison.

Rena said...

This is great! I love your poem.