The equinox day feels so crisp
Like the fresh dollar bill I exchange for that first cappuccino
Before I take that windowless drive home
As I blare the highway blues.

My left arm swims in the air
As my right steers and feeds
That liquid gold coursing through my bones-
I realize I'm at home.

I am aligned at the point
Where the day is equal
And everything is cool-
Ready to sleep.

David croons a tune
"Where                         The
             are         now?        moment
                     we                                   you
                                                                     know
You know, you know?"

It resonates like a bonfire
With that gusty chill
Blowing through my ears
In a clear, moonlit sky.

I park at the side of an old country road
And sit on the hood of my metal bucket
To breathe in relief...
To exhale that spice...
To be.