On the Road

A Poem for Pebbles

I-87 in New York State yesterday

Here is the audio for today’s Morning Journal:

GOD IS OUR CO-PILOT

Why we named our Tesla
Pebbles I can barely remember.
It suggested
little smooth stones
on a Sanibel beach.
She's Stealth Gray
beneath her teal wrap.
Smiles follow her everywhere,
Elon Musk or no.

Yesterday on I-87
she guided us
through thumping rain--
Too-close tractor trailers
hardly seen past
frantic new wipers.
Way too risky
to pull off or stay--
just the road ahead,
just the present danger
and love's way
of naming itself--of luring
us beyond safety,
all the way home.