Sienna Sagas

 

Oceans of separation

Generations can be,

But a ride in the car,

is a chance to reconvene

Front seat, back seat, middle seats

Mini-van filled,

Babka, Djajo, Zennen, Mom, Dad, and Finn

sardines ready to get peeled

On the Likelike highway,

jungle on both side

locked in for conversation 

an hour long ride,

Phones tucked away

ear buds, too

asking questions

listening for clues

Individual needs

wildly diverse;

grains of dust 

churn together in the universe 

Topics ebb and flow;

gas prices, college majors,

the comings and goings of

world dictators 

sunscreens get applied;

SPF 30, 50, 70

Spray-on mousses, reef-safe, zinc-based

slippery to pasty 

Debates take place on what to do;

Boogie board? Fish? Snorkel? Play soccer? Pickleball? Ultimate frisbee? Hike? Make Pyrohy? Do some Yoga????? 

They reach a consensus,

Today swim and snorkel,

munch on sandwiches,

Tomorrow we will take to the jungle!

Get into a fine kind of bungle!

What a fortunate crew,

tied together like glue

Snug in the car,

On their way to the Mar