Marge Piercy Plants a Phrase
“Some collisions bring luck.” -MP
I am the highway at dusk, pink light, Mt. Rainier marks my horizon.
I am you, the one that curls into me on the couch, 16 and awake, you color the atoms of this room with everything you see.
I am here, looking at trees bend over the road, the sun blocked, this drive an archway to what comes next.
September sky, bridge center, hold us in your specific blue, we’ll sit and watch, pushed together in wonder, everything that matters in one room as night falls.