SUNDAY MORNING Poem by Alexis de Roode

For one whole empty day
the car stands and waits behind the house.
Tomorrow at this time I have to go to the office.
The car is ready.
It waits for me.
My girlfriend forbids me to think of tomorrow.
Today you are free.
This freedom, this whole day of freedom
is granted me in my contract.
I could go and sit in my car for a moment.
On the cool leather. And turn on the radio.
To feel what it is like to drive to my work,
without driving to my work.
I carry out my plan.
This is surely the freedom I have a right to.
This is freedom.
I caress the steering wheel, turn the window down.
Wait an hour.