Tangled Up in Blue
I just had one of those a few times a year moments. I walked out of starbucks with my coffee and a brownie. Across the parking lot there’s a chinese restaurant that doesn’t open until lunch. I like to sit there away from the music and traffic.
My neck has that thing again. I look at my backpack. I’m not ready to open it. I let my head flop back for a moment of rest glad there’s no one to wonder if I’m OK.
That’s when I see it. That western sky. It’s still there. Heartbreaking and beautiful and sad. It hasn’t changed in 20 years. I’m again that person who looked up in albuquerque, in colorado, in utah and rural nevada. I’m anyone who’s ever looked up and felt that longing.