Home Driving Home

My bluntstones are muddy

and kicked off

on the floor

my feet are tucked underneath me

we're on our way home.

We drive by the yellow car

that's too broken to go anywhere

but it's hill

and I hear your voice

Ron and Harry still need to come

and pick that thing up.

and I smile.

When we drive by the houses

right by the cemetery

I look at the one

I think belongs to my old English teacher

and I smile.

We're at that part of the road

and I think about sunrises on the way to school

how they're always the best

right here

there's not a way to explain

how it's the best way to start a good day

but I smile.

Now we're near my old school

and I think about riding my bike

on that road

and how that school will always feel

like my real school

so I smile.

I slip my boots back on

ready to get out of the car

when I get home

even though I think I've been home

for the whole drive.