Driving a highway,
Late last night.
Wipers on full blast,
Afraid they might catapult off into pouring darkness.
Eyes on road,
Right hand fumbling – touch alone into bag of chips.
Slurpee.
Road Block.
“Anything to drink?”
“Nope.”
Flashlight on cupholders:
“Slurpee?”
Lifting it slightly.
Cheek.
Chirp.
Just Another Moment In Time To Sonder.
