Poetic Intrigue

A friend shared a poem with me a week ago that I find intriguing even as I muse on what it means. Here is is.

I Pick Up a Hitchhiker

After a few miles, he tells me
that my car has no engine,
I pull over, and we both get out
and look under the hood.
He’s right.
We don’t say anything more about it
all the way to California.

Jay Leeming