She Isn't Home

I am anxious in the car seat,

looking less at the road,

and more at my feet,

as the bumps go.

They go,

and the sun gleams

above me and the minimally

tree-covered light gray street.

A beam of ray,

warming up my right shoulder,

yet all the heat

is close to my left shoulder.

Another bump,

slow speed,

a thump and a thump,

my heart beat.

My biggest crush

surely is home during daytime

on a weekend day

clear sky has us all feeling sublime.

Yet, do I know?

Will I ask to pull over?

The curve is coming up,

maybe this sunlight

and moment in thought

will give my heart enough.