On a Saturday Morning in late February
it made sense not to let the grey skies
hinder our plans.

We set out for the most mundane reasons:
dry cleaning, one gallon of milk,
two new bars of soap.

Driving down 108, there were no other cars,
and there were no other radios,
and there were no other breaths.

Neither hurried nor harried, the raindrops
made me smile, and the swimming clouds
made you drive slower, so we hushed the engine.

Wind cold against my face, the water was still
and I could smell the earth and
It was the first day.