Sal, Meli and I

The road is endless
Snaking along the red sand cliffs
And dirty yellow bush
In the burning summer sun
Dancing dangerously before deep ravines
Strolling through rolling hills
Bordered by the shadows of thunderclouds
Dark and menacing
Ominous
Just plain mean
As their lighting bolts flash
Too quickly for the cameras of children
On the roof of their parent’s van

Towns appear quickly
And vanish as soon as they have come
Unless a weary traveler is in need
Of gas
A stretch
Or ice coffee

The radio dials between
Country
Static
Christian Talk
Christian Rock
And Country with static

But the road stays steady

As wheels roll over worn asphalt
As trucks whiz by
As the navigator sleeps
As rain beats a dirty windshield
As wipers squeak happily in their work
As clouds clear
As the smell of wet clay invades the air-conditioner
As the sun begins to set

The travelers will rest
This day is done
They will sleep
While yellow lines
And green signs
Reflect anonymous headlights
Under the smiling silver light of the moon