just drive

the Sun is low on the horizon,
large and deep orange,
heavy like a balloon full of water
about to burst.
the Sky is blue and pink and purple
smeared like icing by sticky little hands.
outside, trees rush by -
little houses and big green trees.

the engine bumps and rattles
making the whole car shake
and my seat vibrates in place.
its an old car - no seat belts -
red leather benches faded from wear.

you breathe steadily beside me,
calm and focused on the road.
my little hands hold the ends of the bench
to keep from rocking.
you look over and smile.

home.