{we drove northbound on a highway and i glanced at you from the passenger seat. you were you. and once again the idea of a trinity made sense to me. you are, in this present moment, even when the car is parked, you are the driver and the seat belt and the highway. i am passenger. we don't need a map.}




sometimes i express myself with more caution than a construction site,
some of the roads ahead might be unevenly paved,
there may be a pothole or two,
we may have to yield
or merge
or brake
but we will never lose sight of the road,

and please know
that in any event i’ll placard my work area with warning signs,
i’ll redirect traffic accordingly,
i’ll measure everything twice,
i’ll build for you a shower with perfect water pressure,
i’ll hang the toilet paper in the direction you prefer,
i’ll stock our pantry with a lifetime supply of
canned hawaiian pineapple
and boston baked beans,

and when the work is done,
i’ll clean up the mess,
i promise.

01/03/2010

Author's Note: traffic fines doubled in work zones.

Posted on 01/04/2010
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