Are you like me

when your hand

touches, gleefully glides

the steering wheel

of your everyday-day

taking-you-everywhere…

finally making that turn

arriving at the corner

of your often predictable

street…weary eyes

coming to a nebulous crawl

like your tired wheels

like your tired body

like your tired mind

arriving home…

that sacred place

of being

of clarity

exhaling

all the fumes

emissions

omissions

of life’s

daily grind?