When I was small
I marveled at a notion —
simply sitting in a car
I could be transported
from one place
to another.
The wizardry
of human invention
seemed to know
no bounds.
As I grew,
the wonder continued.
Windows sliding up and down
as if by magic,
rear doors opening and closing
with the touch of a finger,
side mirrors defogging
in an instant.
This morning
the March air blew cold.
I climbed into my magical moving machine
to the innovation
of warm seats and improbably,
a heated steering wheel.
It seems
we humans will continue
to insulate ourselves
in comfort
against the inevitability
of our short time on the planet.
A Reading Life 
Yes, we will. Well written.
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Love those heated seats! Especially since we are getting snow now that it is spring! Love your poem!
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Sometimes we take all the innovations in our lives for granted- thanks for this reminder to slow down and appreciate them.
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Way to zoom in on creature comforts. Given that my car is 20 years old, I am amazed by the innovation you described in this slice.
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Beth,
Your poem is a journey of comfort and familiarity until that last verse w/ the poignant reminder we cannot insulate ourselves from life’s inevitabilities.
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Humans are miracles and so are their inventions. You perfectly capture the creature comforts we’ve added to our cars. I still marvel at the invention of seat heaters. They definitely deserve an ode.
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