part of me is
driving along on the 138 heading east, this roller
coastal asphalt,
guiding me back to a place that is only in my presence but once a year.
the river that was to my right this morning, has grown and will become
the full-on ocean it was meant to be by tomorrow evening.
sunshining waves and trees and mountains are a most powerful fuel,
all the caffeine and nicotine are just stimulants,
it is the experience that intoxicates.
there is a charge that builds within myself each year,
a pulling back of the bow string that lasts from fall to spring,
then something lets the arrow fly and i'm carried along for the ride.
i can control the aim, but never the building charge.
i'm going back to a place where i am known and welcome.
my destination is a solid green forever,
rooted in reality and extending beyond superficial perception.
anyone may come but only few will find it,
those who know it, know.
