Missed Turn
Huh.
Well, damn
airport pre-dawn
bye-bye
see you soon
safe travels
alone,
I missed my exit.
I blame the leaves —
pink hues
pink-yellow
pink-red
pink-orange
pink haze
reflecting the pink and bluing sky
mesmerizing ephemeral beauty — blinding me
Berating myself
I take the longer way
waste of time
mistake that it is
noticing
my surroundings
I think
maybe …
maybe I needed
to wander wonder —
to take this road that wound by
the river — dancing, shining
to see the cold beauty
of Sikorsky’s Blackhawk — perched, steely, deadly
to watch morning workers
coming to terms with the day — coffee, steaming, vests, reflective
to experience this moment
this dawn this way — unhurried, alert
who knows what normal monotony
I avoided missing my turn
taking the winding way
Huh.
Well, damn.