The doors open and I drink the night.
The crisp evening
speaks of earlier humidity
breathe in the cool ocean
and bath in the breath of the city.
on the horizon against the sunset.
I remember cold and rain,
look forward to the icy jingle holiday.
My eyes float in a sea of wonderings,
exhausted salt stings and I break away
into the what will be’s.
To be cause in that which matters to me.
The engine rev’s, my foot presses
my neck against the rest, hands grip.
I take flight through the mysteries of my city
and the possibilities of come what may,
tomorrow and tonight.