The Juice of LifeA Poem by Honeypot
Driving west down Interstate-70
Past golden wheat fields waving in the wind
Like spools of velvet fabric
Rolling gently over mounds of hidden cherry blossoms,
My head buzzes with energy.
The wind blows my hair smacking rose colored sunglasses wildly
As Lenny Kravitz blares on the radio making me tap my hands
On the steering wheel, happy, but slightly off beat.
Nothing ahead of me but hundreds of miles of dreams,
And behind me mountains of regret.
In my heart lightness grows as my future looms up ahead.
As of yet I can’t see it, but the signs are in the distance.
Its close enough to smell and it’s wonderful.
Fresh as spring rain with hints of citrus
Bright as the sun and plump with the juice of life.
When I arrive I’ll pull over and take it all in,
But until I do I’m going to sit back,
Press my foot on the exhilarator
And enjoy the ride.
© 2009 Honeypot
Added on May 9, 2009
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