"wimoweh" poems
Sitting in the car
Waiting for traffic to move
The cold rain tumbling down the window
The drops collide into a single line.
Inside my father and I wait in the warm heat.
We probably just left to get pizza,
Or Chinese food,
A regular Friday night.
The sound of the radio hums softly in the background.
The soft rumbling of the engine.
The drumming of the rain.
Not a word is spoken
between my father and I,
Each of us just ******* up the silence.
Breathing peacefully.
Over the radio comes a song.
A little old, though well known.
Ee-e-e-um-um-a-weh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wehoweh, wimoweh.
We both know this song.
Grinning we turn the radio up.
Singing along. Dancing along.
Um-um-a-weh.
With each beat of the drum
My father touches the brake.
Quickly, rapidly
Making the car ****
The car behinds us honks the horn
Making us laugh harder.
My dad persists.
Continuing in this child’s play.
Suddenly it doesn’t matter,
that it is pouring, or
that we are stuck in traffic.
It only matters that we are having fun.
The song ends.
The radio gets turned back down.
We return to our former silent state.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 3:01 PM UTC