When you drive with me, I am most content
I stare out the passenger seat, and
It’s like you are introducing to me the world
No matter how (supposedly) familiar the sights, the turns, the roads.
My favorite moment is when the sun’s
Shining through the trees
And there is a pause, like this happy sigh of silence
And there we are, perfectly enveloped, a golden luminescence.
I sometimes (fine, often) stare at you
In marvel, how you manage all those turns and twists
While I scold, rant, laugh, tell stories, or fish
And I wonder, I wonder – who are you, why do you love me, what made you love me, please stay for me.
But then you turn to me and chide -
“Dear, you are spacing out again.”
Then I’ll make a face and laugh, or sometimes get mad
At you, for you broke my spell.
But well, really, I’m kidding because
I know, this spell is for keeps.
Because when you drive with me, I am most content.
(Or walk, or eat, or sit, or cry, or smile with me).
