You roll down the window and tell me to come in
Open door lets out chilled air as I slide into the passenger’s seat
I am your Guest because there is nothing here I can claim as my own.
From your conversation, to the minutes peeling off the digital clock,
to the fumes dissipated from the exhaust as the car runs parked.
Soon I will have to leave – but I sit here as your guest
listen to you talk, sing, complain and laugh –
hoping that I will be able to extend to you my own invitation.