Brand new.

Gleaming metallic

cobalt blue.

Huge.

Need a step-ladder

to climb into

the cab,

then swallowed up

inside.

Steering wheel,

too big to wrap fingers

around.

The dashboard

overwhelms –

glowing instrument

cluster;

winking lights;

scrolling message

screen.

Buttons and

      knobs and

      toggle switches.

Toobigtoobigtoobig.

Can’t.

Nope.

“Sure you can.”

Easy for him

to say.

He’s huge.

Six feet?

Seven?

Overalls and

cap.

Name stitched

in red over

his heart.

What

does he know

about who

can do

what?

“First thing you do,”

he says,

“is check

your mirrors.”

Don’t know how…

“I’ll walk ‘round.

Tell me when you

see me.”

…

Flash

of white sleeve

spied

in the driver’s side

mirror.

…

…

Top of cap’s

blue-cloth button appears

in rearview.

…

…

…

Ginger beard

sighted

in passenger’s.

Back again from

circumnavigation,

he leans elbows on

the door’s edge.

“Geez…. “ he says,

shakes his head.

“Your mirrors

are way

off.”

Great.

“Here.

I’ll show you how

to adjust

them.”

…

…

…

Thank

you?

 

— C.Birde, 4/19