She Drove
One day she drove
far away
past the cove
she drove
Snow melted
rain pelted
she drove
to places she would never see
and parts of her never to be
she drove
Maybe there was a place
no one could trace
Where she would go
she didn’t know
she drove
Would she cut her hair?
Maybe if she dared
color it blonde
or black
and cut it above
her mid-back
She caught a glimpse of herself
in the rear-view mirror
it was becoming clearer
she could drive and drive
and never arrive
She stopped her car
she had traveled so far
yet nowhere at all
Gazing at her reflection
she added an introspection:
“As far as I travel
as far as I flee
I can never truly
escape from me.”



Wherever you go, there you are, as the saying says.
Hi Jane. Really nice imagery and a fresh take on an old axiom.