white dashes race past
the blacktop's gentle rise and fall
broken mallee dancing with the fence-line
a sky slowly changing colour

at this speed in a fuel driven motor
I can feel the whirl around me
the constant of motion
in the ever present emotion
of vulnerability
of joy
of being
of this one precious life
that we learn to cry and smile through
at once
with an effortlessness
as simple as the air rushing past
as quiet as the air breathing through me
in this moment