a bridge

utah on film, 2019

Our love was built on winding roads and daring vistas. Fate came in the form of a jeep and the open road kept us together, my hand on the back of his neck and his hand on my thigh. We were the only two inhabitants on a planet created just for us. A tent became our sanctuary. Blustery cliffs were an excuse to hold each other close. Every sunset was a poem.

Perhaps we continue to choose these trips as a bridge to our beginnings. On the road we slip into a special kind of synchrony. We are a team, searching for meaning in every rock and rutted road. How soothing it is to leave behind household drudgeries and remember what it was like before we took each other for granted. I could be 18 again, bursting with love and wonder, forgetting how to eat or sleep.