Road Trip to Gran Canyon flickr photo by langwitches shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA 2.0) license
We thought it was surprise snow,
in June, in middle America,
because we were young
and didn’t know any better,
the two of us, barely still boys,
in that old Buick, barreling back
to New England, from Madison,
the mission to Wisconsin
to woo her back, a failed one,
but still, a college break adventure,
and it was a swarm of bugs, not flakes,
a night cloud of them knocking glass
and waking us up so fully with surprise
we finally laughed at it all, and that’s
what we still remember the most:
the storm of insects clouding our view
as we drove east, back towards home
This is from a prompt over at Open Write.
Peace (and remembering),
Kevin