On the road, you and I,
We tear apart a Kaiser roll
From the gas station a few miles back.
Butter gets on our hands,
And on knobs and buttons
And we laugh.
In this buttered moment,
It feels as though we’re one –
As though oneness could actually happen.
Then minutes go by,
And through the windshield
I get the picture.
Far ahead, the sides of the road converge.
But somehow, when we get there,
They’re still as far apart as they are now.
I guess that’s just the way it is.
And I’ll forget that next time you and I
tear apart a Kaiser roll.
Alan Alda is an actor and writer.