[Inspired by Chris Call’s “Animals (Miami Chill Version)”:]
Key in the ignition, she didn’t wait, gave no pause
for thought. Too late for that. Just the sound
of the engine roaring to life: signal of freedom
as the wheels turned, rubber burning, stirring the gravel
into a frenzy, rough churning equivalent to her mind –
so enraged and fatigued with frustration.
Leave it all behind.
The car’s velocity, swept inside on the wind
whistling in through the cracked wide open windows,
her hair blown back –
free mare on the wide road, rein-less and wild –
she sighed in relief to be again a single agent without baggage
in masculine form; so wearisome.
As the horizon opened itself up to her, she threw
her head back and laughed with tinge of mania.
This was it. Finally.
For good measure, she tossed off the past behind her.
[Copyright N R Nolan © 2015]
[Image by Up The Banner Photography]