Going

Commentaries began non-stop

before we left

the parking lot.

We weren’t there yet

even though they asked a thousand

times, nor were we

near a place to

stop when they had

to go. Being in the now left

me sort of cold.

With things so hot,

I’d rather not.

Returning

Two hours had passed and we had

gone no more than

fifty miles. It

was strictly stop

and go with much more stop than go.

One felt queasy,

one was mad, one

had a headache,

another was sad . Breathing in

the good took real

work as our trip

became prolonged.

                                                                  JDG