The vacation is done
But I don’t want to come home
Haven’t wrote anything all week
So when the driving starts
I don’t speak
My pen does
The fading suns plays hide and seek sneaking behind
Tall red brick building blinking and blinding me intermittently
The first thing I see
Outside of the frustrating congested city
Is a silver topped silo
Miles more away the world becomes
An infinite sea of green and browning trees
Clearing that cauliflower collective
Orange marked work zone signs pop up every ten miles
Redirecting my tired mind
To the side the favorite part of any ride I watch
Pools of shimmering water refract, reflect, and relax my tense body
As we pass them by
Grey clouds sporadically spit little bits of cleansing rain
Dead dry dragon clouds with a soft pink underbellies
Drift dangerously close to me
Darkness decimates the white light veil
Becoming a star strewn corn moon
Night sky
We still have a long drive
And I still don’t want to go home