Driving at night

The contest says, to share a poem about Driving at night.

The thought brings an image to mind.

Thanksgiving weekend in my youth.

We decided to try my cousin's idea.

Drive through the night, avoiding traffic

From Massachusetts to New Jersey.

The roads were quiet.

The air was colder.

My mother, hot rod Mary

Was at the wheel.

We enjoyed adventure

As a family, something new to do.

We would say yes instead of no.

So into the night, we go.

It was somewhere around freezing.

Black ice on the road.

Mother alerted us as cautiously she drove.

Prayers were said together.

For about fifteen minutes we held our breath

Driving in the night.

We made it over the bridge

Arriving safe in the morning light.

Salonista Cynthia

Passionate about art and science, I identify as a poet. Concentric careers made me an entrepreneur. My imagination is where I live!