Car Talk

Car Talk

Bound by the confines

Of your car seat

You kick your new-shoe feet

In anticipation of Nana’s house

Pointing out motorcycles

And big trucks

   Where he goin’

A constant refrain

Secure—

   Popi’s drivin’ the van

Every hill an adventure

Every compact car

Nana’s car

Pointing out

To your captive audience

   I been dere

In your sweet little-boy voice

Full of wonder

And certainty

Big blue-green eyes

Sparkle one minute

And demand the next

Brave and intrepid

But equally demure and coy

Emotions as tousled as your

Towhead curls

And no matter how many times

You come to us

The return trip

Is fraught with

   I be back

As you firm up a contract

Written on our hearts

                  --Katherine M. Searle