Cruising
Over lunch, we determine
that after fifteen years, we
are pretty good at marriage.
After all, the drifting we do
in and out of our lanes, in
the traffic of our lives is
casual- windows down and
radio up, and headed out in
the same general direction.
No need to speed, no stress
if we temporarily lose sight
of one another. Nothing is
bumper to bumper. You'll
slow down or I'll catch up
when we need to be found.
Both of us content to admire
each other's journey. Both
of us happy to check in as
we wander toward a shared
destination. Both of us out
exploring the same map.
And if I'm lucky (and I am),
I pull up next to you and rev
my engine at the light, or
I find you idling, top down
and feet on the dash, waiting
where I pull over for the night.
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