Soundtrack
Windows down,
Sun warms her face.
The
Scenery
Blurs
By.
The fingers of wind
Twirl the tendrils of her hair
And she tosses her head
Side to Side
As the radio just happens to play
her favorite song.
ATM – 4/13/2022
Authors Note:
Today’s prompt was “Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise.”
Although I feel like this poem feels not quite on prompt, the suggestion made me think of this type of moment, when one is happy in the moment…. in motion… in transit towards somewhere exciting. A moment where the Journey IS the destination, and one is living fully in it.