Abuliac

Windshield

Every morning
you sit across from me
as I examine your freckles
and study the speckles of your eyes,

while I wonder why
you never see me
in your reflection
unless some imperfection
blemishes your view...

But you stare so intently that I
feel transparent
as you
look through me...

I go on every adventure with you,
crisscrossing highway maps
and weave along glossing roads
wet from morning dew...

Yet you only touch me
to wipe away the fog
when I can no longer stand the heat
of your presence...

But rub some Rain-X on me,
and the tears
will come rolling right
off.

(Something I wrote while driving... Yes, while behind the wheel. But when inspiration hits you, you can't tell it to take a rain check.)