Poem

The Sound of Cars From My Open Window on Route 16

When I couldn’t fall asleep in the sands of Maui

And I HAVE fallen asleep in the sands of Maui

But when I couldn’t fall asleep in those sands

I did the next best thing

Or the thing NEXT TO the thing that sits on the last page of the book that sits

on the same shelf as the book that lists things

As nice as the sands of Maui

I would open my window

And listen to the sound of traffic roll by.

It builds like waves crashing down on the shore

As the tires roll smoothly on the pavement beside my home

And then as the crescendo reaches it’s feverish pitch

The cars and trucks roll over the drainage grate in the ditch

Just then they roll on and roll off out of range

Like the crest of a wave so proud to have travelled as one body of water

For so long

And so fast

To the shore

That as it hits the continental shelf the top of the wave itself snaps

And makes the same cracking noise

It resembles the sound of a snapping towel

Because it resembles the motion of a snapping towel at its peak.

Through the night I hear these waves of cars and trucks roll towards and past

And I am able to imagine myself again in the sun and sand

Not a care in the world

All of my thoughts intact

All of my body intact

My trajectory – forward – no room to pause or doubt

Just the belief that as long as I keep doing what it takes to stay in the sand

And on the beach

In that sun so warm

My mind would do what it needed to do to maintain that roll.

I’ve said this before / I’ll say it again here (eloquently – I hope)

There are three places to be with a wave, only one of them is ‘fun’

You can be behind the wave, missed again!

Watching as the water builds and rises and pushes away without you.You can be in front of the wave

Bouncing up and down in the water

Missed AGAIN!

beach.

This time the wave falls down on top of you and pushes you down as it rushed the

Then there is the sweet spot

No wave

No wave

No wave

No wave…

A small swell starts to lift you

You bound UP as much as you can, like trying to use your own thrust the same as

a trampoline

BINGO!

You catch it! You are ON THE WAVE.

You don’t have to stand still and watch the wave roll past

You don’t have to brace-up as the wave falls on your head

You are on the wave

With the wave

At ONE with the wave

You ask the wave: “is there room for one more?”

And the wave claps back: “I don’t even notice you there! Hold on!”

THAT is the wave that carries you.

That is the wave that fulfills you.

The wave that you came in search of.

You don’t always find it, maybe one in every 40 or 50

But when you find it, it is just perfect.

As I sit under that open window

Distracted by lights flashing

Persecuted by a console with LEDs that flicker with data coming in and out.

And thoughts flashing of things I never did or things I did wrong when I should

have done nothing.

And life that has passed me by to the point where I don’t know if there will ever be

another wave to catch me…

Hell – I’d take one that crushed me for good as long as it came with the smell of

coconut scented suntan lotion!

I hear those cars crest and drive on past

Wondering if I can at least have one good dream of what it was like to be perfect

and exempt.And then maybe wake up on that beach again.

7/27/26

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