December
December
By Michael Miller
I want to be a passenger
in your car again
and shut my eyes
while you sit at the wheel,
awake and assured
in your own private world,
seeing all the lines
on the road ahead,
down a long stretch
of empty highway
without any other
faces in sight.
I want to be a passenger
in your car again
and put my life back
in your hands.
Michael Miller brings us to a quixotic reality in his fine
poem with its vitality and forthrightness of language.
I thought at first “December” might be addressed as the you(r) thruout the poem but ultimately felt that was unlikely. December is the title and part of the setting perhaps also symbolizing a coldness via loneliness and longing the poet has felt in the absence of the piece’s subject (probably a lover or loved one).
4 stanzas of quartets, lines mostly four words…simple and elegant structure. Good read! Thanks for sharing!