Thunder Road
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make any sense.
-Rumi
In the Honda, they don’t talk as much as they used to. Cell phones, I guess. At 10 and 12, almost 11 and 13, Henry and Viol…