"a place to call our own..."

"yes," i said,
eager to get pennsylvania behind us...
"let's just get on the
road, and drive until
we get tired.

ohio, indiana, missouri,
kansas.....into the night, as the
full moon rose behind us and
cast a gentle
light over the prairie
spread out before us like an undulating
blanket of shifting grasses...tall and
soft to the eye.

james taylor, journey, simon after
garfunkel...static...
tired we pull off the highway looking for
a place to rest our eyes..

a long, winding, overgrown drive,
canopied with apple trees that even in
the moonlight give off the sweet scent of
old fruit...

and at the end the gravel...an abandoned
porch,  sweaters for pillows, and our old quilt...
a place to call our own
if only for the night...