International car of mystery
You were an enigma,
Full of surprises,
Like when I replaced the fuel pump and then a month later it failed again but NO
It was the second fuel pump… you had two!
Said the mechanic,
You gave me signs.
Two months before you passed on
you sang eeeeeeeeeeeeeee
The mechanic was flummoxed.
“It’s an alarm,
An indicator for something, but what?”
Not undone seatbelt, not key in the ignition
Nor the Zen koan “the door is a jar”.
I knew it was the “buy a new car” indicator.
O Wise One!
Teaching me patience and humility,
The slow lane to Enlightenment.
You were no voluptuous Buddha,
but sharp, stolid, angular, a slab of steel,
Impassive as I cursed.
Your lessons were many:
Doors won’t lock… Trust Strangers
Back windshield wipers inoperative… Don’t Look Back
No radio reception… Stay in the Here
Odometer stopped… Stay in the Now
Parts Falling Off… Simplify Your Life
Unexplained Noises… Accept What You Cannot Change
Door handle broken… Try Another Door
Passenger door handle broken… Don’t Pick up Hitchhikers
My worldview shaped to your windshield
And the rearview mirror that sank… slowly… down.
To see behind me I had to duck my head
bowing all the time like that has got to make you humble.
O Wise One!
Accommodating to a fault,
You swallowed up everything –
Couches, tables, Ikea flatpacks,
Hockey bags, camping gear,
Chairs, coolers, firewood,
Garbage and recycling,
Bikes, children, groceries.
Accepting all without question
O handsome automobile!
Your AC was an unfounded rumour,
During the heatwave you blew hot air in my face and I had to spend seven hundred dollars to make you stop.
Cross-country trip with the windows rolled down,
So loud we couldn’t hear each other
Your loose bones rattling beneath us.
And yet we loved you.