Is it possible to touch the sunrise or catch the clouds in a bottle?
Walk barefoot through a river and wash away the heaviness of the day.
Sit in a ragtop and grab the summer breeze.
Drive to the edge of the state and eat greasy potatoes out of a brown paper bag.
Stop at a faraway diner and listen to life stories, where the hearts are caught in time.
Maybe write a letter that creates a line that intertwines.
Run into the night with no destination.
Sit on a porch, eyes closed and never hold regret.
Is it possible to have life,
Completely perfect and content
Someplace where you never look back.
Sunday Night Poem
