I remember
long car trips
in the back of the jag
bench seats like beds
the smell of
walnut
and rich red leather
being lifted in slumber
not sleeping but sleeping
half awake moments
a quilt to cover
draped warm & heavy
over my childs body
falling asleep
with the smell of the ocean
stars twinkling by
in the passing
evening sky
the rushing of air
through
windows cracked
to the traveling night
I remember.

© J.C.