3.19.07, from spring

My hand reaches through the sunroof
inspired by the melody I hear.
I am surprised when I find
no sharp cold greeting me today.

I grab Spring in my hand and
open my fingers again
to feel the wind pass through.
Right here and right now
feels really right today.

My 6-disc changer sings me this simple tune,
and the sounds compliment how I feel now,
as shadows move across my face,
shadows from the sun setting behind the pines.
I'd rather not wear sunglasses now.

I want to capture every fading color
and close my eyes for the quickest moment,
tilt my head back
feel in flight.
I know these roads well, so it's all right.

The tune compliments the touch of the wind
the touch of a mild March afternoon
the feel of my hair across my face.
My windows are finally open again
and right here, right this moment
seems so right today.

Each note compliments the sound
of neighbor's lawn mower.
I smell cut grass and gasoline.
And I can hear God speak
through the blackbirds all taking flight together
Above me, around me,
swirling to the crescendos of this music
and it makes me feel small.