Friday, August 29, 2008

Tonight

Tonight I rode my bike home from the Saints game
in the Superdome
in downtown New Orleans.

And the air embraced me.
I felt it grab my shoulders
with warm and comfortably humid grasps,
and I smelled the sweet olives
and thought about some clouds and wind and rain
many days away from us or not us.

I felt loved by a terrain
made by God and nature
and us.

Very old oak limbs
and less old beautiful homes and houses.
and even less old cracked concrete.

I was loved.
Didn't just feel it.

And I loved back.

4 comments:

oyster said...

Inspired to poetry?

Very nice!

Seymour D. Fair said...

Yep. Very nice indeed.

Taralyn said...

Indeed, nice...

Anonymous said...

wow. thanks for sharing, jefe. consider me moved.