CALL ME BELOVED

riding in the car
after a stagnant morning –
the road stretching out
of a night too warm and long.

the music on the radio lulls me to sleep
and your gentle touch wakes me,
in the front seat I can see
all of us, tired and satiated,
catching glimpses in rear-view mirrors
and salt-stained windows

we choose our moments in songs,
driving back home into a new year
across memories of our pasts –
with white lines whirring hours by,
comfortable clothes and melting snow.