the moon she

the moon she
    maneuvers over the
        mountains
we ride snuggled in the backseat

the moon she
    flickers through the
        forest
the engine hums, the wheels sing

the moon she
    fans out the
        foothills
the highway softly guides us

    and

the moon she
    rolls with the
        river
my sister softly sleeps

the moon she
    meanders over the
        meadow
she traces us, peering in the window

the moon she
    flows through the
        flood plain
the highway smoothly bends

    and

the moon she
    overlooks the
        ocean
mommy, are we there yet?