I found myself on a road last night,
one I never planned to be,
and I cursed the drive, as is my right,
for the time it took from me.
I wanted to speed, to transcend space
blast past these twists of the earth,
and give this fevered want to erase
a moment to prove its worth.
But then I saw it—the covered bridge—
a relic from long before.
Entranced, I laid off the gas a smidge
until I could slow no more.