Driving South

Excerpts from the drive to Las Cruces from A-B-Q:

(Don't think about the stupidity of writing while driving 75...or of drinking ginger beer out of a green bottle along the way...)

#1
I want long kisses
and longer conversations,
no coffeecup unturned,
measured afternoons,
Elliot spoons and
Mad Hatter ease.

#2
The freedom of this moment
is stomach-plummeting
moon over mountain
horizon to the east
sun setting to the west
me between
driving in one direction
toward destination unknown.

#3
The opening
of my hips
as my life
births
from core
gravitating
toward
groundedness
stretches
to understand.

#4
My growing pores are the pockets
where I plan to put all my heavy wisdom.