San Antonio, TX

The American dream is the city from the suburbs
Looking down a
Long expanse of road I crest a hill
And amidst the yellowing oranges
Of melting clouds
I can make out the familiar skyline
The Tower of the Americas, the Marriot,
The orange and green building whose name I’ve never known.
In the distance, it’s always midnight
The city completely dark, unknown,
While heaven dances about it, radiating life.
A hole in the sky, shaped like humanity
Waiting to be filled.
From the drivers seat of a white Montana
I know the waiting is for me.