Turn Your Radio On

When you are out here, riding the infrastructure that stitches the nation to the corn and grass fields; when you have a cavalry of horses under your foot, pulling you forward; when you have left your loved one-- and your cat-- and you are flying against the jet stream to your last, true friends; when the job you may not have much longer, with a company that may not be much longer, provides not just the monies but also the modem you use to connect; when the light is falling fast and you are racing the jet liner that touches down at O'Hare; when this is your state among the union and this is your vacation; then there is naught to do but reign in the horses from their pasture and bridle them again beneath your feet to carry you on, into the night.