Ascent

Cold air chills the metal in my spine

My head feels heavy, trying to align

Exhausted from yesterday and tomorrow

Adamant to spend ‘now’ without sorrow

I turn on the car keys, BBC blasts on

Obama or McCain, finance going down

Switch to a love song very intense

The lover’s craze, his desire immense

I think of You; my craze, my desire

every word of the song taking me higher

I see your beauty in the grace of the sky

I see Your birds seeming to say Hi

Driving heedlessly, oblivious of Route 80

singing to my God, crying in my gaiety

By the time Passaic arrive, a rebirth

Fatigue washed in tears, pain in mirth.

It maybe said that I drove to work

Only I Know that I ascended to work. 

                                                             Alara