A poem

I just returned from a long long drive
grateful to survive
speeding behemoths, weaving wanderers
time squanderers,
cars with names I no longer recognise, not Hondas
or Holdens,

I cribbed notes from poetry podcasts
as we cruised, I used the time as best I could
past wood and leaf under blue sky
every now and then we would spy
a tree, though dead, had been painted entirely blue
we Googled it of course!
it was for men’s health, I felt remorse for my ignorance,

On we pushed as hours went slowly by
each kilometre a calculation in mind
signs with surety proclaim
the total distance to our destination!
until at last our driveway greets us, welcome home
to begin the routine over again.

Chris