Dad wakes me up in the middle of the night.
He hoists me out of bed. We go outside.
Uncle Ian has a new car.
He sits me in the driver’s seat.
That’s the gear stick. There’s the clutch.
He isn’t sure what this button does.
Later that night, I lie in bed.
Ian and Dad, they’re talking downstairs.
Slowly, softly, sleep takes over –
I’m driving on rainbows,
the clouds in my hair.
Joshua Seigal
