I want to feel the winding road
in the palm of my hands,
laugh into the rearview mirror
and like what I see,
fall out of line with what's expected,
give in to wanderlust;
lose myself for the weekend.
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Words Count with Mama Zen". In 60 words or less (10 more if we can make her blush) Mama Zen asks us to write about what we are hungry for. School days and responsibility, this time of year, have me chomping at the bit. Two days certainly limits the places we can go… (and so does their homework)
The image above is a photo of mine using the "Waterlogue" App.
I did tweak my poem a bit from my original entry…