"We need to talk, Son"...

Sitting on the driver's seat,

staring over the stearing wheel southbound

beautiful notes climbing up my ears and dancing their way into my long term memory

I can feel Earth's very own heartbeat calling my name via Heart Beats telling me..."We need to talk, son"...

walking on this city's skin,

feeling the cloud's breath on my face

listening to people while they're quiet

singing my way through noise and into synchronicity

I say,

"Let's Hug mother..."