february

anticipating spring as soon as the first greenness
in open meadows and pushing through snow patches
surprises me
the long sluggishness of cold
begins to melt
 
the touch of balmy breezes on my skin
the pull of long winding roads in my memory
haunting my daydreams
wakening me at 3 AM
sending me hunting for the road atlas
visiting vrbo sites
 
calculating how many miles,
how many days,
how to pack an overnight bag
a change of clothes
a day’s worth of food and water
nothing more
and I’ll be gone –
 
© 30january2016 phyllis boernke