midnight thunder struck
 after opossums purred by
 searching us for peace
 
 these were our night sounds,
 cicadas’ long lullaby
 and small waves lapping
 
 the rain drove us here
 across state lines new to us
 with new warning signs
 
 bridge that cut through glass
 brought us to the lost city
 found again by sun
 
 new sounds now rock us
 of saxophones and jazz clubs
 that purr by for peace
 
 all in a day’s work:
 a touch of nature, people;
 all in the journey