The Long Drive Home
She stacks her luggage by the door,
a staging area. Soon it will be crammed into
the trunk, the back seat, every available cranny
as she prepares to embark on the long drive home.
A thousand miles separates us,
save for those brief - all too brief - visits
when her laughter lifts us up
out of our everyday cares and routines.
Then comes the tearful farewell,
the ’til-we-meet-again, the embraces, the
wave of the hand as the car pulls away,
the birth pang ever renewed thirty years on.
And don’t forget to wear your galoshes.