Staying in Line
The following poem has been re-printed from the Ancient Paths archives. It was originally published in the printed literary magazine, Issue 6 (Spring 2001).
Staying in Line by Gene Fehler
Back before seat belts, Dad sat me on his lap and let me steer his ‘48 Packard straight along the highway, smooth as a hawk’s flight. I glided into our driveway, fed the car easily into our garage’s narrow mouth. I never saw his hands beneath mine on the steering wheel, smoothing the curves, keeping us subtly and safely on the straight road, my father behind me all the way with gentle nudging and secret steering keeping it all in line.