Sunday Scribblings: On the Road Again

I got home from school
late one evening last week
and my husband
had our stereo on.
We have a stack
of old records
and he had Willy Nelson’s
“On the Road Again” playing.

I put my book bag and purse
down and he snuck
up behind me, spun me around
and we started to dance
and giggle.

He gave me a rum drink
he’d prepared
and when “Mama, Don’t Let
Your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys”
came on we sang
and danced
and danced again.

And the night
swirled around us
silky and smooth
while the day melted
from my shoulders
and the years turned
into black discs
with the power
to transform.