Indiana maybe. Somewhere
not long before Chicago
we rolled into dark shelter
behind a growling semi
You slept, contorted
narrow seat pushed
forward to fit kids
behind us: yin/yang somnolence
underneath collected miscellany
and two days worth
of snack wrappers
I sank behind the wheel
into a fretful pause
Short hours later
I slipped from
The leather seat grown
stiff with morning chill
stretching
the kinks out of thirty hard
hours driving west
The dogs leaped over waves
of dew-encrusted grasses
swishing wet to the knees
cresting hills fog shrouded
suddenly limned
by the rising sun
Cattle lowed
in a distant barn
I meandered through the rest-
stop bathroom, coffee shop
then settled back in, captain
of our dreamy prairie schooner
and raced the dawn toward
home
