WHAT MATTERS
is not the outcome
but that I am
taking my driving test
after all these years.
Of course I want
to pass, but before today
I couldn't even make myself
take this test. As a child
I failed the first time:
the written part. Fresh
Oil the culprit. I made up
an elaborate explanation
for what it might mean,
far more complex than
fresh oil is on the road.
And then, I sort of
drove for years, although
I was never A Driver
the way Peter is
A Driver the way
some people feel
their car is an appendage.
I liked to drive, let my
license expire (don't tell
the examiner that Lucinda
advised this morning
they don't like
expiration) and I know
that whatever happens today
Peter will drive us both
to Price Chopper or Big Lots
and we will begin again.