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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wandering, laughing, boycotting evil, environmentalism, puns, vegetarianism, writing, annoying whoever will stick around long enough, writing music, singing, innuendo, busking, snowboarding and awkward leaning are all things I'm either enjoying or attempting with varying degrees of success.

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