Cross this country in a car
Enough, and as the years unwind
You’ll find each highway hides a scar
Denoting someone left behind
In roadside rests or picnic places,
Information plazas where
You’d checked the manifest–no spaces–
Left…and someone wasn’t there.
Happily for all concerned
Our parties always reunited,
Some before the jetsam learned
We’d left (at which the rest delighted).
Regardless of attendant drama
In the instant, though, the ghost
Of each and every microtrauma
Haunts me still, from coast to coast.
Either way, C-
Town’s behind me.
On Father’s Day we’re told to buy a card
And possibly a tool or hip cravat
So dad looks sharp while working in the yard
And passersby exclaim, Check that hepcat!
My father (“Daddy” to the privileged few),
An engineer by trade and avocation,
Has tools for building tools, so nothing new
Would likely prompt exultant exclamation.
And as for neckwear, well, that ship set sail
The day he traded suits for Tilley hats;
Since liveaboards receive sporadic mail
A card’s impractical. (We choose Skype chats.)
This year I’m lucky: Daddy’s here in town!
(So maybe I should put this smartphone down.)
Twinkle, twinkle, ball of gases
Mesmerizing lovestruck lasses
Parked in byways with their laddies
Soon to be their baby-daddies
When the morning sun awakes
Illuminating night’s mistakes
How is it that before you go
You don’t Morse-flash I-T-O-L-D-Y-O-U-S-O?
Once we’ve reached the twilight hour
Softside campers oughtn’t shower
At the Banff-side campsite since
There’s bears outside the ‘lectric fence.
If you’re desperate, then sure,
But be prepared to meet les ours
When neither you nor they are dressed.
Too grisly? Maybe waiting’s best.
Friday: Oregon and Washington;
Saturday: Wash., B.C. and Alberta;
Sunday: On across Saskatchewan;
Monday: Saskatoon to Manitoba;
Tuesday: Northern West Ontario;
Wednesday: Ont. to Minn. and thence to Wisc.
Thursday: Illinois. Chicago, ho!
Me + Gas + Passport = Risk