Thursday, December 6, 2012

On the Road...

I Love You
The little wooden beads spell it out
in absolutes
of pink hearts and careful girl-child fingers;
This van is loaded to the brim
with love.
and crusty cheerios
and songs sung too many times
and empty spaces
of desert
always following 
out the window.
Dried wildflowers fill places
of memory in me
where my life usually lives.
But Devil's Claw
you call me out.
You whisper secrets and
tell stories by firelight.
Mystery and Alien
you point the way
onward down the road.
And so we fly on
into the I Love You.