Driving home tonight
in the dark, in the rain
north on Tramway
paralleling the city's backbone
Listening to Prudy's CD
the one he signed for my 55th birthday―
I’m a worried wonderhis lyrics lulling me into a state of grace
I worry ‘round in circles―
that place where life fractures
like a broken femur
and it's still okay
And lightning chooses that
moment
to flash inside the clouds
behind Rincon Ridge
silhouetting jagged blackness
against a yellow sky
for a split second
reminding me that you're home
waiting for me
and I am headed
in the right direction.