There’s a bug in the car
On the seat beside me.
Is he travelling around
To new places to see?
Did he catch a ride?
Is he just going along?
Do bugs even know
When they don’t belong?
Or maybe they do
Belong everywhere
Because they crawl, hop and slither
And can fly in the air.
Can he read the signs
That are up ahead?
If he’s never been there,
Will he know what he’s read?
Where is he going?
Did he tell his mother?
Will he phone when he gets there?
Is he meeting his brother?
What if he needs
Something to eat?
Will he find crumbs
Under the seat?
Is his sister here, too?
Is she hiding somewhere?
Because I feel something
Moving up in my hair.
Do you think he threw
His suitcase in the back?
Did he pack a clean shirt
And maybe a snack?
What if he finds
He hates where we’re going?
Will he hop on a boat
And try out some rowing?
Now he’s decided
To climb on Dad’s hat.
Is he helping him drive
Or just reading the map?
I hope he is not
A bug who will bite
Or lay a bug egg
When out of sight.
If this kind of bug
Lives just one day,
It’s a really good thing
We’re almost half-way.
He’s really quite smart
Riding with us.
Sometimes it’s faster
Than taking the bus.
and more…