License plates are trying to tell me something.
Not the cute ones: EyeDoc or JensCar. Those don't even have a role
to play in the great unfolding.
But the random ones are fragments of a predetermined message.
One day, traffic will line up perfectly--from Key West to Nome--
We all stop and watch as it starts to make sense.
Even the unintelligible signs
that number bridges will fall into place.
Don't mind me if I seem to be driving in circles
until then. If I don't run out of gas, I'll be there
when the letters add up.