Just Driving

On not being in a hurry

The road bends.

It isn’t steep.

It continues.

The car is small on the road.

There is a lot of sky.

No one is honking.

No notifications.

No numbers counting down.

The engine hums softly.

A steady sound.

Almost like breathing.

He is not late.

He is not early.

There is no one waiting at the end of this road.

The buildings fade behind him.

They don’t disappear.

They just become lighter.

The road doesn’t ask where he’s going.

It doesn’t hurry him.

It doesn’t measure his speed.

He keeps his hands on the wheel.

Not tight.

Not loose.

Just there.

The sky is wide.

The road keeps going.

He is moving.

Nothing is pushing him.

And for now,

that is enough.