I am in the car on our way home from church.
It’s a window-down, roof-open kind of day.
But oh so windy.
I grasp my hair in a fisted ponytail.
But then give up and let go.
It whips around my face.
I close my eyes and lift my face to the sun.
And I am on the beach.
A cloud drifts between the light and me.
I wait. I will see it again. Feel it again.
And I do. Blazing in its fullness.
I melt under it. Into it.
Water ripples against my toes.
I sink into the rhythm of wheels on concrete waves
And am carried out to sea
Adrift on blue under blue. Alone yet not.
Then I am home.
And I eat lunch.