Driven

The road ahead merged with  the evening  street lamps glimmering like falling stars in the fog
I was hoping sleep would come as the drive stretched interminably
Closing my eyes  in vain, I prayed for drowsiness
But the soul wide eyed shut the door to sleep.

And suddenly,
The car was not grounded but aloft
Hovering
Balanced on cushions of air
Tangible bouyancy

And we were zooming through highways of heaven
Space trekking starlit corridors
I kept my eyes tightly shut in thrill
For I felt my own motion
By an act of will
We were floating Gods

Wind speed increased.
I could feel the momentum
The impetus of being a projectile
Hurtling forward in  smooth buttery glide

To What?-
The strangely scary question
Gave pause
Perhaps this dreamy interlude
Preceded death
Perhaps this was
Interlocking air space
Between life and  it's
End.

We will enter the following domain decreed to us
That every cell in my body
Felt
In a wave like motion
Fear surfaced
Is this the end?

And as I opened my eyes
In sudden panic
A strange reluctance
Not ready
Yet...

The End catapulted back into itself
And coiled back the tunnel syndrome I had felt..

Speeding accross the highway
Stopping at the toll booth
Paying for passage
Applying brakes shifting gears
Restart
The comic charade
Life limited unlifted
Look out for the car ahead.
We're not lifting any hitchhikers.
Driving back home on
Autopilot
Going airborne another day.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014