Although you might not suspect the direction it will take. Nor what it gathers. How it might reflect more of its journey than you imagined. Is this a metaphor for friendship & the sharing of food? Is this the mouth & ears ready to name a poem? And to edit? Why not name it yourself.
You could say that
ReplyDelete"I'm scared. I've got a hold of things, and then I'm lost, listening for a familiar engine in the home stretch. Suddenly each car that passes, they're in the front seat, smiling, then he's alone."
"Yes, and the car, is it still going along?"