On the backroads

you were winding carefully

a jewel glancing back

at her treasure

the little Rock with safety belt

and the mist in the semi

the fog in the tractor trailer

mismanaged his wheel

it’s haul carried it foward

front towards backwards

dissipating in the driver seat

a nonfeasant cloud

overcorrecting

spiralling, sprawling

splaying smoke and mud

and I thank God

that you’re okay, my love

my jewel

and my little treasure

asked for a movie

on the side of the road