There are days
when our optional sunroof
speaks to me in tongues
that I cannot
interpret.

Somehow,
I am struck with the knowledge
that if I roamed around a little more,
around this fine, old world of ours,
I might be able to pick up
on enough mechanical know-how
to politely converse
with our electronic bringer
of automotive
sunshine.

But then I realise
that such brash actions
would only make the little light bulb
that lives in our enchanted glove compartment
completely jealous.

Darling, with you around,
it is a wonder I ever leave this fine,
old house of mine.

- by Ryan Bird