I’m on the move,
No acquaintances or hackneyed pleasantries.
My poker face spoke of my stern desire
to get to the end of the journey.
As I geared towards the rutted tracks,
I held on firmly, to keep my weavering hands
On the wheel.
Calibrating the distance to my destination,
I wondered if I could find an easier route,
To phase out the bumpy drive.
In my...