I'll Be Home

The diesel is tangy
On my tongue.
The music flees from
The speakers and into
The morning air.

You hands grip the
Steering wheel,
But you are relaxed--
Your knuckles aren't white
Yet.

Hair mixes and mingles
As the midday sun roasts
Our faces.
You flap down the visor and
Glance at the directions.

The blue pendant
Is split and shattered into
A million shards of light.
The rainbows glint on your face
And I dance to move them.

The comforting ring of
His laughter echoes through
The car.
We have missed him.

Her charming manner
Has never altered in the
Face of everything.
We have missed her.

No snowflakes,
No lighted boulevards.
But they are
Home at last.