Going to Work
I cross over the ridge top, leaving the Eel River
I'm dropping down, halfway up the canyon side, headed towards the Russian.
Old oaks, manzanita, fir acroos the way, grass, and blackened areas from summer fires.
I am 45 minutes and 20 miles from home
I feel it in the center of my chest, a pulling on my breast bone.
Then a slight thrilling chill passes though my body
Followed by a feeling of happy/sadness
Happy to love you so, sad to be leaving.
This is what happens to me as I pass through that invisible barrier
Stretching and then breaking the limits of the cord that binds us.