we hit the road
i took my old seat
behind dad
to ensure an authentic experience
and headed north west
past the calder raceway
where mum said
“i came here in 1968”
“as part of your assimilation” i joked?
“yeah, that and the MCG”
she’d never been to either one since
i’ve never been to either one at all
the sun hit me through the window
and the yellow hills all looked
strangely familiar
even though it’d been
so long
even the sound inside a car
when it’s doing 100 on a freeway
is something i never hear
these days