…three hundred miles,
ahead the road more visible
as the land dissolves in the pink light
of almost dawn
you sit beside me,
eyes fixed and restful on my face,
offering hot coffee from a thermos
while the farm news
breaks morning music
on a local station
i could be here forever,
moving toward an unfamiliar place,
held by speed and the vibrating engine,
touched by the warmth of your breath
i could be here forever,
even as day turns into twilight;
you borne lightly on sheets stiffly cleaned,
wrapping your strength within, around mine;
prepared for tomorrow’s miles
we and machines;
only we moving, moving;
i could be here forever…