A poem I wrote recently starts like this:
Through a rainy night I’m steering…
This is just the first line, and it goes on for some time after this line is ended. However, the gist of the poem is that a person, presumably me, is driving through a rainy night to meet the dawn, and not getting any sleep. I don’t mind not getting any sleep, for “night will come another day,” and I meet the dawn.
This situation could be perfectly plausible, except for one fact: It’s from the wrong perspective. I wouldn’t be driving, because I can’t drive, but that wouldn’t matter. Because someone would be driving for me.
I have yet to find someone with which to act out this poem. And I need to.
Whether it be a good friend, many good friends, or even a significant other, I need a travel partner. Someone to drive around while I pay for fuel. Someone to distract me on the long plane ride to Germany when I start to become erratic with my depression. I need a travel companion.
Where did you guys find a companion? Do you travel with your family? Do you road trip with all your friends? Are you and your lover on a cross-country excursion? Where and how did you find your traveling companion? How do you know that they’d be a good fit? I need some help with more experienced travelers, and would not only love the advice, but I’m a sucker for a story.
If anyone shares with me, I thank you in advance, and wish you the best.
Help me find my travel buddy.
Here is the full poem, for anyone interested:
Through a rainy night I’m steering
Waiting, dreaming, wondering, listening,
For what is past the next sharp bend
What do the signs above portend?
My feet go down
To meet the ground
That is the brake and gas
My tires meet
Black concrete street
Exit after exit passed
Headlights highlight the white lined highway
The road is straight; The road is my way
A homeless man, but I chose it
And my front door never closes
Headlights on until the dawn
I stop to eat, and stretch, and yawn
I should have slept this night away
But night will come another day
So I get back into the car
And drive, I’ll say, drive very far
The rain has stopped
The sun is up
On the gas I will let up
For what is the point of traveling
If you’re going too fast to see or be seen?