Becky McCauley
What I Think About When We Enter a Room
For thirty minutes
you drove one-handed,
no reaching
to adjust wipers as it rained,
to turn down heat blowing in our faces,
to point out a fat moon
slung low in the sky.
Our palms pressed together that night,
like your hand on the small of my back
every time we enter a room.
Becky has a B.A. in English from Dickinson College and an M.A. in literature from Millersville University. She is a Pennsylvania-based poet and high school English teacher as well as a wife and proud stepmother.