The Passenger
I see her back her car outside.
She never offers me a ride.
I go the same way she is going,
but she passes, still unknowing.
After ten long years, I stand
making no sign with head or hand.
My legs are tired. My back is bent.
My footsteps follow where she went.
It takes two minutes to go by car.
I take an hour to go that far.
If she knew, perhaps she’d say,
“Would you like a ride today?”
She would have rolled her window down
to offer me a ride to town.
I’d dust my clothes and step inside,
grateful, at long last, for the ride.
And at the bottom of the hill,
as though, perhaps, she’d had her fill,
She’d say, “I’m turning left from here.”
And I’d assemble all my gear,
and give my thank-you, even though
I need to go where she will go.
Charity goes just so far,
I think, as I exit the car.
I live about two-thirds of the way up a very tall mountain in Mexico, and often as I drive down to the main road, I give a ride to whomever I encounter walking down the cobblestones—especially the women, most of whom work as housekeepers in the houses in my fraccionamiento. But now and then when I am in a hurry or when I see a man suspicious-looking or dusted by his labors, I drive on by. Then I wonder what he is thinking as I guiltily observe him in the rear vision mirror.
I read another post on this very topic. In our hurry we often forget the little gestures of kindness. And sometimes we think it is not safe. Great writing !
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This is an extremely sensitive statement of the ruthlessness of our busy lives — too busy to offer a ride. Personal safety is, of course, part of the issue, but it’s only a part of it. Somehow our lives are driven by speed rather than by empathy! There’s a car commercial airing these days about a turtle crossing the road. As the car stops just before hitting the turtle, the announcer says something like “We all want to know how quickly a car will go from 0 to 60 — but wouldn’t you like to know how quickly it goes from 60 to 0?”
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Love it.
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That sums up our problems so well. Lost our way a bit.
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I admire the way you’ve taken an everyday situation and speculated about it from a stranger’s point of view, Judy, and the stranger also speculates in the poem!
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A fine poem emerging from your reflections.
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Better safe than sorry. I don’t blame you for being cautious about men.
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Another wonderful piece of writing!
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I think many women wouldn’t accept a ride from a male driver… at least I wouldn’t give a lady a ride unless I knew her well… so I can understand your concern…
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I always think I’ve passed up a way to help someone in need and wonder how I would feel.
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