Thursday, August 28, 2014

At Dusk

The soft top folded neatly down,
The air hung heavy all around,
The moist air bubbled from the ground.

I choose passenger with a shrug,
The contoured seat gave me a hug,
These drives are escapes, a legal drug.

We greeted the Texas back roads,
And pounded out pavement Morse codes, 
Experienced a foreign zip code. 

But as the horizon cycled by,
I became aware of my probing eye,
Adjusting to the dim, slate black sky.

No more concerned with Earthly things,
My mind rose on soft, dainty wings,
Focus there relieved life’s stings.

Air streamed past my trance-like face,
I came unglued from this Texas place,
Reconnected with my first love…space.

There among the stagnant stars,
Flew a flash of light most bizarre, 
Pure bright, not a bit tinted like Mars. 

We accelerated, as did she, 
Different planes, yet commonality, 
Meeting each other had set us free. 

Simple tour with profound progress,
Satisfied a hunger, I confess,
At dusk we raced the I-S-S.

From here.