We traveled to Georgia
To see my brother
graduate
boot camp.
It was snowing in Michigan.
The sun shown in Georgia.
Light.
Heavenly.
We arrived late.
Our pamphlet was wrong.
Private.
Shamed.
On our way home,
We stopped to eat grits.
Unintentionally.
Grits.
The ride up was strange.
Southern hospitality.
Nonexistent.
Northbound.
We traveled up by miles,
And the Smoky Mountains.
Were full
of shit.
I was sick the whole time.
And smoked light cigs.
Coughed.
Snotted.
Almost home and a drunk
Stopped us in the road.
Halogen lights.
Apologies.
But the experience mattered.
Because I talk about it often.
And laugh at the oddness
Of travel.
Harbingers of the North traveled South,
And the Heralds of the South Came North,
Out of the sunlight.
Into snow.
