Sunday Morning, 10/26

Early morning, around 6:30 a.m.:
It is still dark out on the open road,
a few headlights or so
the only signs of light to be seen
for who knows how many miles;
no doubt, life sure does feel alone
at this time of day.

On the interstate, all is peace
& quiet for the moment:
some semis making their deliveries,
a few vehicles passing
on down the line -
nothing to get hung up on.
These are times for reflection,
for one to remain vigilant.

Vigilance: another word
for awareness but still...
I must say this word once more
as I wander back homeward,
decently rested from
the previous afternoon's festivities.
Vigilance: not a word to be taken
lightly at this hour, at this moment -
so I go, hand upon the wheel,
notes of caution still kept in mind
as the southward trek continues on,
without interruption.

Soon the first rays of light
will burst through the horizon,
& I will reach my destination
safe & sound.
Until then,
I am carrying my vigilance
with me, fully prepared
for come what may.