I called Triple A,
I read my membership card
As if it said “Ahh.”
A sigh of relief
How very fitting.
A man with the moniker “Shane”
Emblazoned upon his right breast.
Came to my rescue.
I silently mouthed his name
Repeatedly like a prayer.
" Shane
My
Savior."
My lips were out of his sight,
As he was down on his knees
Fixing my flat.
His hands were stained brown
With black smudge highlights.
They were large and strong.
Suddenly I was a child again,
He reminded me of my father
Working on cars.
The wind breeze was cool
And the whir of his engine
Soothed me like a lullaby.
My tears suddenly ceased,
“Cover your ears baby girl. It’ll be loud.”
He warned me.
Immediately my hands shot up
Cupping my ears
Like wintertime muffs
I was almost tempted
To misbehave and
Defiantly brace myself for the POP
But instead,
I listened to him
And was not jarred when I heard
The pop of rubber
Returning to metal rim.
It was lovely to be a child again.
