There's this feeling of being late, of
Rushing in from work and driving,
Fresh from the traffic on the Interstate.
Now poised to join in a gathering
Standing outside the door,
Shedding coat and hat and gloves,
Breathing carefully to slow the rushing,
It seems I stand on an alien planet.
When I open the door,
A blast of calm smacks me hard.
I enter the room on tiptoe.
I feel the highway energy
Jangling through my body,
Already beginning to slide away
As I smile and sit down.
This planet. This room. These friends.
There is more to arriving
Than getting the body into place.