here’s to the streets, the highways and railways,
the underground railroads and paths in the sky
that landed us in parts unknown
here’s to the journey, not the destination,
and the snaps we snuck in the in between places—
here’s to the dreams between the dreams come true
here’s to shitty coffee desperately drunk
in cold pre-morning hours
here’s to the windows we passed and looked into,
the strangers we spied on and wondered about—
they made the journey too
here’s to the outtakes, takeouts, and cringe pics,
the sideways conversations twisted on the wind—
and all the places we didn’t intend to visit, but did
here’s to the rentals and hastily taken detours,
the exhausted, unglamorous nights in liminal spaces—
here’s to all the things we grasped, but could not contain
Happy New Year!