ode to going (home)
ode to going (home) by Daviana Marcus
cacophony, car windows open, sky—
I welcome wind and sun with open gaze
unsquinting in the golden winter glow.
(the sun glares in, the song pours out, and) I
taste odes upon my tongue, unfurling praise:
to car rides long and fears felt long ago;
to songs I thought I didn’t like, until
their baseline mixes in me with the sun,
unending. We press skip because we know
there’ll always be another song-- and still
more days.