Spending nights watching lit up road sings
the light sputtering on and off
you sleeping in the passenger seat
my eyes glossed
your head against the window
my hand flopped over the steering wheel
knowing that somewhere a bed is waiting for us
and at times, you’ll awake for a smile, or a kiss
on my shoulder, and then back to the window.
i watch the yellow line on the side of the road as
the cars pass.
i remember being told to not look directly into the light
as you’ll follow it and i wonder
how love is any different.
we avert our gaze just enough to stay in the boundaries
avoid the collision, god forbid
and the road continues, our trip doesn’t end with a
halting stop. important to stay the course.
but how often do you get the urge to just follow that light
let the wheel turn
if only inches
i think that’s going to be how little it takes.