Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Driving home from San Francisco

I feel skittish and overwhelmed with emotion.
Scared of my future yet ecstatically hopeful.
Feels like colors, musical notes, cool and hot winds are running thru me.
My skin tingles. It feels alive, a separate entity, ready to leap ahead of me, into the dark road ahead.
There's light on the horizon and raindrops on the windshield. Promise hovering in the headlight beams.
The sky reaches down to whisper a secret:
Nothing matters in the end but human connection.
Love is forever.
It stands alone, the most solid thing in a fleeting vapor of material existence.

It's a New Year.