is not the outcome
but that I am
taking my driving test
after all these years.
Of course I want
to pass, but before today
I couldn’t even make myself
take this test. As a child
I failed the first time:
the written part. Fresh
Oil the culprit. I made up
an elaborate explanation
for what it might mean,
far more complex than
fresh oil is on the road.
And then, I sort of
drove for years, although
I was never A Driver
the way Peter is
A Driver the way
some people feel
their car is an appendage.
I liked to drive, let my
license expire (don’t tell
the examiner that Lucinda
advised this morning
they don’t like
expiration) and I know
that whatever happens today
Peter will drive us both
to Price Chopper or Big Lots
and we will begin again.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. Nu? Whatever happened is beshert! We’re awaiting the outcome, most likely good, or is it? One of the biggest reasons we moved from California to NYC was to stop driving! And we never looked back.

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