Rearview

In that space between breathing
as the exhale happens effortlessly,
before the inhalation of freshness
with windows rolled down
and the scent of the sea fills me,
I gaze into the gold-red light
sitting on my shoulder like a small bird
and eyes rise to the rearview mirror,
I gather the colors in my hold
feeling the gentle peace fill my soul.
I leave behind the sky
as I move my way in the snaking line,
red tail lights glare like angry eyes
I follow along like a wayward puppy
eager to escape and run free from the crush,
lights turn and the movement surges
cattle through the chute
heading for destiny
and the road opens just a bit
as I chance another quick look
as the sun slips away beyond view,
a bird soars on breezes above
and I am jealous
that though so truly blessed,
to feel that open space on my wings,
to dip and glide
nowhere to be
just in the now
leaving behind the crowd,
alone in thought
and words pour forth
perhaps I soar.