a cup of coffee,
is a late night ride and freedom.
The night is a dark fog
in which I can only see so far,
and I only have to worry about what I can see.
I watch the moon rise on the horizon,
beautiful enough for memory,
but too beautiful for a photograph,
and I understand how
it can draw the tide
as I feel it pull at my own breath.
My breath returns, and I yawn
a half-hearted howl at this half-full moon.
I hear the hum and
bear the bounces of the road.
If only I had something to run from,
then this would be the perfect escape,
but why reach for a reason for running?
Listening to old favorites from
Simon and Garfunkel
who kept me company when I was fourteen
and even then loved to be alone –
alone in good company;
I’ve got the company of the moon.
On my way to collect
as my soul ages,
but my age treads water on the moon’s steady tide.
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