I dream of road trips
sun glasses and gas station lunches
sunny road side queasiness
a "care free" car filled attitude that warms
your nights
your maps
your aching joints
the sun on your legs on the dashboard
I dream of long roads
dusk approaching whispers
trying to keep you up
as you drive with one hand on the wheel
and one in mine
finding shapes in all the shadows
of a desert growing cold
ghosts to tell us stories
of how this trip will last forever
how this trip will make us whole
make us wonder at the number
of flowers by the road
I dream of play lists
a song to be born from speakers
grow up to spend an entire lifetime
to colour our memories
“remember when radiohead came on,
just as we passed over the bridge
the lights reaching up to us from the water,
my heart stopped for just a second
so I could listen better”
songs lingering on our tongue tips
only to slip away
with our postcards
I dream
of laying my hand outside a window
let it waver on the air like a kite
imagining tying string
to each lampost
each sign post with new names
hopeful in their lack of explanation
each fast food chain shrine
each pit stop
(photographic moment, concrete oasis)
to catch each time you say good morning
You say good morning
and I wake to find
the curve of your spine
is like the valley
I dreamt we drove by
skinned warmed by the sun
