skimming across the surface shallow shallow shallow thoughtless

Thistle between teeth,

I smile absent-mindedly

With one hand on wheel

And the other hanging from window.

Past dark green  tree-bushes and savanna grasses

On sloping hills I climb.

A lake bright with blue sky shimmers far below.

It is all very nice, I think,

And glance again at the road.

I pass over the hill-top

And see ocean bright with blue sky

That shimmers—

But I thought Inevermind—

And I smile

Absent-mindedly

As again I drive this route.