65 mph

Years since I felt comfortable
Safe enough
To sleep in moving cars
Last time was with my Father
Driving to New England
Did I know?
How was I to know?
That is would be the last time
Nothing better
Soothed into slumber
Sound of rubber to pavement
World passing by
Safe in a cocoon of metal
Strong…safe…loving man behind the wheel
They say that every woman looks for her Father in a mate
Thinking now
At last
I understand