I roll the car window down, feel streaks of rain blow in
Dampening our love
I turn to realise that this time
We need more common sense and reason—I once
explained to myself
I have expended all my effort on keeping my distance
Avoiding the smash of eyes meeting, observing order—like
heavenly bodies—
and separation—If I could just communicate with the traffic cop
About which way to turn
About speed restrictions I must observe, routes I must stick to
I must stop, wait. I roll the window down
As a thousand lights turn to green
I should have been able to cross this city as the crow flies
By means of my speeding sorrow
Pressing on towards life’s realities—I roll down the window
And wait for that handsome traffic cop
He gracefully gestures with mysterious hand signals, urging
me on
Then bends down to tell me
All roads to the moon are blocked with traffic. So
My life might as well make a turn
He urges me on—because sooner or later
Our love
Must collide with common sense and reason.