smooth ride

The cab driver had hanging from the wind shield a heart.

Beautiful.

Beaded.

Christian asks, "What does it say?"

"Is it writing?"

The driver smiling says, "It is a name..."

"Alah, a name for the Muslim God."

I say,

"Yes, different names, many different names for the same God, Yes?"

Yes, yes the same one
large hand gestures
encompass inside the taxi and beyond

the drivers hands off the wheel
suddenly his hat transformed
from a grey fashionable flat top peaked cap
to something white,
a crochet of fine cotton

his practical jacket
a glowing white shirt

and suddenly

the sun is warmer
and fiddlers are dancing on roofs

back inside the taxi

The trinity laughs in mutual agreement
and the ride continues, so very smooth.