Poem from the Road

I slide away from your sleep foggy shore
banked in blankets, slipping back to sleep
as I ease into the navy dawn and drive away.

At the airport, steam and smoke is
wisping upward toward the peachy dawn and
sleepy faces are lining up for morning coffee and bread.

I'm traveling onward to another city but I'm
drifting in and out of orchid-scented dreams
where the trip is taken hand in hand with you, out to the sea.

I lose all sense of time out here, and sense of self
is lost as well -- I tuck neatly into a ticket folder or
hang upon a borrowed hanger, until it's time to come back home.