driving at the end

You are driving, but I
I am flying
My fingers flutter like paper birds
streamers out the window.

You are carefully following a plan, but I
I am enjoying the scenery
How long has it been since I've been
enveloped by the peace of your starry night sky?

You are laughing as I,
I am swaying
A ten-year-old's smile on my face again
innocent joy and wonder.

You are waiting for me to recover
And I
I am dancing.