Today, at 9:43, it happened. . .
I was hauling along the Mark Clark and the radio had my heart, it set me a-dreaming, I passed Virginia Ave and decided to stop to check the trailer. I emerged from my cab and saw the great marsh grasses and trees poking up above the interstate, humble embassadors of nature. The morning haze was still over the Cooper, and the Blue Bridge rose in front of me, and a stiff wind greeted me. In that moment, I was captured. I remembered what great dreams, what great adventures lie ahead. I saw it all, and I understood. I knew. Like a haunting call from my past life, remembering when my legs, my diaphragm, and my heart were one. When the road and the sun beating down upon it was all I knew.
I am about to return
Later that day, I did something I haven't do pen for a while: I bicycled for the sheer joy of it. I went along that old sweet sawmill branch creek, following my little ribbon of inverted sky, retuning my heart strings to those old feelings of love, bowing on them the soft tune of Gentle River. I normally take this route for business travel, but once I pedaled past the beaten trail of duty, things instantly waxed "
more starry, more immortal". I was pouring sweat like at work, but with no discomfort or angst, only joy.
Gentle river, take me away
To the time of a happier day
All I need is la-ove and company
Gentle river, bring [her] back to me
I was hauling along the Mark Clark and the radio had my heart, it set me a-dreaming, I passed Virginia Ave and decided to stop to check the trailer. I emerged from my cab and saw the great marsh grasses and trees poking up above the interstate, humble embassadors of nature. The morning haze was still over the Cooper, and the Blue Bridge rose in front of me, and a stiff wind greeted me. In that moment, I was captured. I remembered what great dreams, what great adventures lie ahead. I saw it all, and I understood. I knew. Like a haunting call from my past life, remembering when my legs, my diaphragm, and my heart were one. When the road and the sun beating down upon it was all I knew.
I am about to return
Later that day, I did something I haven't do pen for a while: I bicycled for the sheer joy of it. I went along that old sweet sawmill branch creek, following my little ribbon of inverted sky, retuning my heart strings to those old feelings of love, bowing on them the soft tune of Gentle River. I normally take this route for business travel, but once I pedaled past the beaten trail of duty, things instantly waxed "
more starry, more immortal". I was pouring sweat like at work, but with no discomfort or angst, only joy.
Gentle river, take me away
To the time of a happier day
All I need is la-ove and company
Gentle river, bring [her] back to me
