Ode to van

Oh little van, little sweat box, little tin can containing all my most needed, most treasured, my most hated items.
Little van, how I love and hate you in equal measure.
How I can’t bear the sight of you,
How I love looking at your wonky, higgledy-piggledy yet perfectly formed, adequate, not enough, yet everything I need features.
How each little accident, each curve, each awkwardly placed element falls delicately into place like a jigsaw.

Oh little van, my outer shell,
You protect me from all I have to hide from, show me all I have to see,
You carry me when I am weary, you cradle me while I sleep.

You remind me of where I started, how far I have to go.
You wait patiently as I falter,
Watch me shatter,
Then push me further,
Push me further, little van.
Carry me across the sea,
Show me a world that waits for me.

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