82* and no rain in the forecast for the rest of the week.
It’s one of those rare and splendid Summer
days that makes me forget that only four months
ago I was trudging through two feet of soot stained snow,
and fighting bitter arctic winds to get to an interview
at the Board of Trade, where they told me the position
I was applying for only paid $7.50 an hour — barely enough
to pay the rent on that overpriced one bedroom apartment
that Maria talked me into getting in the Fall. But that’s
all in the past: Maria, the apartment, the Board of Trade
all washed away with the spring thaw.
This is the present and I’m alive. There’s nowhere I have to be,
no one expecting me. The day is mine.
And today, as a cool breeze rolls through the man-made
canyon of glass, steel and stone rousing every pore in my body
to enchanted ecstasy, I’m headed north on Clark street,
headed nowhere in particular as the day like an open road
lies spread before me: uncharted and untamed.