Big Sky

The rain cleared
before I got off the bus,
and I’m walking.

Headphones on.
Songs playing.

Listened to the same song
once,
twice,
three times.

Like it’s a shot of adrenaline
straight into the heart.

They’re the ones you know.

Pulse quickened,
hearing things
you didn’t hear
on the first pass
or the second.

And the lyric that hits you.

Like you knew
before it was said.

And then,
for me,
a dirty guitar tone.

A solo played with attitude
more than perfection.

Just raw
and true.

Traffic rolling by.
Places to be.
Deadlines
and hard times.

But I’m here.

In this moment.

Under the railway bridge.

And suddenly
there it is.

The big sky.