Road trippin' with my very best friend in the whole wide world, S.
We are off on an adventure...a conference for English teachers at Callaway Gardens! YIPPEE...
No school, no families, no responsibilities...well, not many...when I return, I will post some photos of our grand journey. This poem, S. once shared with me, expresses what we feel about the going...the trip...the part that we enjoy most. Hope you like it as much as we do. Enjoy the rest of your week!
by: Stephen Dunn
After the teacher asked if anyone had
a sacred place
and the students figeted and shrank
in their chairs, the most serious of them all
said it was his car,
being in it alone, his tape deck playing
things he'd chosen, and the others knew the truth
had been spoken
and began speaking about their rooms
their hiding places, but the car kept coming up
the car in motion,
music filling it, and sometimes one other person
who understood the bright alter of the dashboard
and how far away
a car could take him from the need
to speak, to answer, the key
in having a key
and putting it in, and going