There was one year
drinking out at the beach
under a glowing moon
and Jerry Garcia died the next day
Golden sunrise in motion
speeding over the Queensboro Bridge
fortunate for what life had not yet taken
then my car battery died in the afternoon
Getting ready to drive far
leaving town headed down to Virginia Beach
glowing full moon rising up over the lawn
drenched in lightness on an August evening
Sitting alone in a diner
drinking coffee in the middle of nowhere
contemplating my place in the universe
quietly writing in a composition notebook
All these years later
I am happy to be at home with my son
watching him grow right before my eyes
and I finally know my place in the universe
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