.being.alive.

Sometimes after work,
when everybody else I know is
still sleeping (=P)
I go for a drive
with the windows down
and the music loud,
without thinking a thought.
It's wonderful.

Today I had the strongest urge
to pull over and run
into a strangers field,
just to bury my feet in the dirt,
overturned, warm on the surface,
and cooled underneath.
I wanted to stand, half planted,
in the sunlight,
and enjoy being alive.