From the Passenger Seat

In the passenger seat,

I am able to float in and out

of the world. 

I read my book

Jumping into 

Another character's life

and imagining

What exactly I would do

if I were in their shoes?

And then, I see the never ending stream of flashing lights,

the Domino rows of cars.  

Even the motorbikes are trapped 

in this stream crossing.

I go back to my book.

A Morman world, 

A lack of education,

Being devalued as a women,

All of it makes me feel mad.

A yawn crawls across my face

spreading itself wide.

My frustration seeps into my 

slouchy shoulders.

I long for my bed to 

give my mind a break

and let my eyes soak in the

darkness.  

Darkness these days equals peace, 

no flashy LCD screen,

no social media updates.

We speed past the accident 

and into the darkness steadily.

Home is calling fiercely, 

sending out messages of love 

that fuel the way back.