Saw a trucker the other day
Early in the morning
coffee in hand
thought to myself
What a life.

To roam free.
To escape life for awhile.
the road passes by.
Neither here nor there.
What a temptation for my roaming heart.

The more I contemplated
The faster my mind ran
Jumped--
Leaped--
To the possibilities.

A plane ticket
Or maybe at train
At least a day away
To a place familiar or unknown,
Just to get some space.

Travel is life outside of itself
Heightened--
With more vibrant colors,
Stronger tastes ,
Crisper smells.

And for once
I thought about bringing a few others along.
I guess I am growing up.
Not being such an isolationist.
Crazy.
Fleeting though it be.