A Poem: the couple

Driving along the highway,

I pass this couple, embracing

at the roadside. As they

disappear in the mirror

I wonder, who are they?

How did they get there,

this almost awkward looking man,

this little lady, at the roadside

standing between two parked

cars, far away from any

distant city or town.

Perhaps they were old acquaintances

who, recognizing the familiar vehicles

paused to engage in a reunion.

The fact that they may have been strangers

is more interesting yet: seeing

each other, framed beautiful

in the other’s windows,

they pull to the side,

exchange words, and make

appointments for wine and

conversations to be had

over white linen tables.

Perhaps

they were lovers –

some of the cars pass me

without their lights on –

and agreed to meet

on this highway,

between two tiny

infinite

dots on a roadside map

so that all who passed by

could see these two embracing

and remember what it was like

to forget loneliness before

driving into the constantly

elusive horizon.