Windows - A Traveler's Tale

The glaze on the window resembled the sugar slick coating on a donut
Not the sandy, gritty kind
The melty sweet sticky
Glued to the surface, gummed on your hand
If you dare to touch it kind

It clung to the outside of the glass
Battling the wipers
and winning

We drove on anyway
Its haze a comfort in the heat
The only cold a bright collective wish
dimming with every mile

The passenger window reflected vague shadows
through its sugar induced haze
My breath forming patches I could draw in
Making pictures that could be seen from inside
but the window was not giving them to the world

Conversation had long since fallen off
The effort of speech matching
the effort of the wipers

It occurred to us collectively that
darknesss, when it came
would make very little impact
Given our current state

I guess that's about when we decided
to continue on.....................

Ever wonder just how much time we spend traveling this way:? trundling along with the windows so gummed up that the view is no more than the shadows of what we assume will be there?  Aware of the heat?  Perhaps even dimly aware that there is something out there working toward clarity - if we could only get there?

I guess we don't really have to worry though - its not like its our responsibility to clean the windows before we take off on the trip - right?