Sheets of night rain slap steadily
against the windows,
obscuring my father’s vision,
making a cozy cave for my sister and me
in the back seat.
The headlights of our Buick
Illuminate the rain
barely shedding light on the lines
That carry us to journey’s end.
The occasional car
passing in the lane going north
gives off sporadic blurs of brightness
keeping steady rhythm with the miles,
keeping us in the dark.
We didn’t have to ask to know
we should have been there by now.