My husband used the word velocitized:
the way a passenger is lulled to doze.
The driver is awake, with focused eyes,
attentive ears, no senses in repose.
It seems the pilot has to be in gear
along with the machine – it’s like a dance
of travel – but without that edge of fear,
the one who doesn’t drive will be entranced.

The planet spins and circles round the sun
with more velocity than any car.
We ride the revolutions – every one
forever changing where we really are –
and only work and vigilance will keep
us passengers from sliding into sleep.