Dusk with Frankie
It ends up like this:
settled into his car seat
I steer us toward the setting sun
The rhythmic lull of the tires
against smooth pavement
brings a slowing to the heartbeat.
The air cools,
tucks away the heat
of the shining moments
and the angst of the
tasks of daylight.
Softly, I hear from the back seat,
“mom, we are cruising through the darkness”.
Not a question, but an observation.
Off-ramp carries us home
through winding, wooded lanes
Crickets and bullfrogs
carry the only conversation now
as they prepare their evening’s work
in the employee lounge at the pond;
we think it’s a staff meeting.
As darkness spreads its arms
across the horizon
like an open parachute nearing the earth,
we scurry into the house
avoiding the buzzing of the mosquitoes
who consider us their lunch
My intrepid co-pilot climbs into bed
and is wished safe travels
for the next leg of his trip
in the clouds of his dreams.