Morning slipped away for the road trip home…
Back roads of fields open to the sky
Garage sale signs litter the shoulder
Again the sirens of blue highways
chant their taunt and seduction
I manage to steer the old car
steady on the two lane,
breathing in the Summer’s
air call to Autumn
Farmland brings the season
to a quiet harvest. Lack
of rain yellows trees and fields
early against the blue sky.
I know my Michigan. Her
by-ways have called me
from north to south and
east to west for decades
Lake Huron to Lake Michigan
Ohio to Lake Superior
I slip myself into this Mitten
and snuggle my love here.
Grateful to hold my hand
up high and say..
“This is where I live.
This is my home.”