Drive


“It’s like driving a car at night: you never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” – E.L. Doctorow

“Beautiful calm driving, deep-sea pearl diving”. – Sia

I suppose these are the questions and the gifts of what was youth. Bear with me a little longer, while I drive on toward the truth.

I drive around a hillside that I drove so long ago, looking to the starboard future to the left of stardust glow. It seemed just for a second I was born upon a bed, a mortal existential of what some G_D had said. In the twinkling of a lifetime, I was old and old again. It is time to drive myself homeward once again. I suppose I should speak silently, just a nod or two in sleep, or continue to just sit here on this hill, that is not so steep. Still, may I ask a question or a second if I could? For I do not wish to go on driving misunderstood.

Was it I that floated past you in the summer time, with the moon smiling wickedly at a three percent of shine? Did I seduce you, did I know you, and was I a little boy at all? Would you answer softly speaking while I drive on through to fall?

Did I not sit upon a hill of stars, falling from the spirit-filled sky, and did I not kiss them each one silently, like the apple of my eyes? And did I not change from one heart to another, of that from clay to air, and under your simple direction did I not become a man in that same air?

Did you not transmit breathe to me while you held the planets in your hand? The sound of moonlight falling over a mighty world of sand. And forever did you not caution me, without provocation to stand, boy you had better drive so carefully, so carefully when you can?

I drive around a hillside that I drove so long ago, maybe it is in the Ozarks or the desert of New Mexico, or maybe that same hillside has grown a length or two. Maybe it is now in Colorado where the mountains give a further view. For it is in the sum of all my questions, and the space I place them on, I begin to wonder oh moon of sliver lighting if you are the origin or the sum? I suppose these are the questions and the gifts of what was youth. Bear with me a little longer, while I drive on toward the truth. – 07.02.19 – דָנִיֵּאל

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71 thoughts on “Drive

  1. This poem really speaks to me, Daniel. I feel I’ve journeyed so long, but I’ve seen so little, and I’ve no clue if I’m getting any closer to truth. So many questions, but even without answers, the drive continues…
    All the best to you and yours, jen

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  2. Daniel I love the way this poem flows, each line memorable and full of meaning. a personal favorite for me is: “Did I not sit upon a hill of stars, falling from the spirit-filled sky, and did I not kiss them each one silently, like the apple of my eyes?”

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  3. Daniel this is a wonderful poem full of meaningful verse. I received so much from it and thought the line on reincarnation was genius, perhaps my favorite. “It seemed just for a second I was born upon a bed, a mortal existential of what some G_D had said. In the twinkling of a lifetime, I was old and old again. It is time to drive myself homeward once again.” I will probably be repeating it to myself throughout this day as I grow “older and older again.” 😉
    Wang

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  4. Not much I can add to what Darrin just said, the reflective part of this post was gentle yet questioning as all reflections should be. The future was still the journey with the insatiable search for the truth always before you. It was everything I can identify with. Thank you.

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  5. Once again well done Daniel. The drive through life is always full of questions but in the end, we drive on, looking for what is within our headlamps.

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  6. Spirit filled words my brother. The constant search for truth which I can identify with. We drive together you and I. This is a good drive to have company on. 😉 Shalom, Den

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