Because I did not stop for Gas
My Motorbike stopped for me
And it was just the two of Us
I pushed Him slowly, we knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too
To preserve my Sanity.
We passed the Market where people stared
We passed the Mobs of Gazing Tourists
We passed the Tuk-tuks waiting.
Or rather, they passed us–
Their exhaust suffocating and still—
For I had only a helmet, not a mask
And only a sweater, nary a scarf.
We paused before a Place that seemed
An Oasis in a Desert
With Pumps that were quite visible
And PTT was on the sign
Since then, ‘tis Years and yet
Seems shorter than the Day
I first learned the Consequences
In memory of the time several years ago that I really did run out of gas in the middle of the touristy Old Chiang Mai city center. This poem is a parody of Emily Dickinson’s “Because I could not stop for Death.”https://poets.org/poem/because-i-could-not-stop-death-479