On The Rapid Ride Poem by Joyce Msonda

Twenty-eight minutes at Bay 2
Freezing my last fiber
Succumbing to the thrill of all the chills
Running rampant up and down my fragile spine.
Wishing I had been honest with myself!
My mind wanders...
Exfoliating every fragment of my brain; searching...
Passing by old Redmond, I could have sworn I saw our memories
Flashing at the corner of my eye.
I held my breath at what could have been your face
I froze, my eyes searching!
Like a tornado, my brain unlocks the hidden chambers of my life.
For contemplation..
Because at this time of the hour,
Heater blasting at it highest, stuffed in the most uncomfortable chair
I check myself!
Navy blue sweats, a backpack stuffed with clothes
Journal and a pen in hand, nothing could ever relax me more.
Looking out at the never ending skies of fog
The vacancy of these streets, I am finally free!