Rumble Strips Remind Me of Your Face
There is a piece of road along the longer ways to you,
And on a certain stretch a wiggling groove abides.
So often have my wheels embraced this flaw
to wake me from my daydream of your face
and leave the lucid beacon of your stare lingering in my eyes,
that soon some lonesome synapse, shocked with hot soberity,
began to join the memory of your cheek
with any harsh vibrations of any rugged road.
This simple marriage, now so soundly set,
awakens all my thoughts of you when any ridge it feels.
Alone and driving to all my random destinations
I sometimes leave the confines of this thoughtless lane
to tease the highway’s edge, feel the rumble in my spine,
and hold the comfort of your grace within my mind.