He came through the waves

of the radio, dropping in

from somewhere above the world,

as if his body took form, covering

the gray coffee stains

on the seat beside me as I drove.

Reaching over, he placed

his hand on top of mine

where it rested

on the gearshift

that was soiled with the dirt

my hand had left behind.

He pulled it closer to him,

caressing the lifeline, fingering

the cracks of weathered pink

skin. Then the sun came out

from where it had been hiding

behind the clouds,

rays beamed through the slanted rain

that slapped my windshield,

and shone on the gray coffee stains

in the seat beside me as I drove.