DRIVING TO BOSTON

With serenity sitting beside him,
something quiet comes to him – 
the softness of his thoughts, 
the gentleness of his heartbeats,
the healthy look of the whole sky.
Even her driving seems silent,
as though she’s simply a breeze
bringing them in their car
to an undisturbed place in Boston,
the place where they first held hands,
a place with silence
under and all around it.