a midnight decision

when we were young
we'd pile into the car at a whim.

and down route 50 we'd go
to the eastern shore.

to ocean city.

we threw our money together for gas
for food.

sleeping bags in the trunk.
no girls.

just boys, still boys even at nineteen.
we had the doors
on the radio.

Dylan.
Hendrix.

we waved and yelled at the girls
in cars going in the same direction as
we were.

we had nothing but hope. nothing but
fun and joy in our hearts.

no jobs, school an afterthought,
but we had each other.

we had the beach, the ocean once
we got there.

and that somehow was more than enough.