boa-ca cheeka

Driving east on Texas 4
on the road
that turns to
sand & the sound of
tires to the whistle of
wind and the stage whisper
of waves,
with voices singing of
a
promised land,
it all does
feel possible. And as waders
wade in with poles in hand
what is possible
seems an unlikely target or at least one
less known or honored. Is it
enough – peace, serenity and happiness? Do
they know something I don’t –
or
won’t,
or …
can’t?