As I  drive down the road  I lose my grip on the luggage  I have carried all these years, I can see it strewn on the road in the rear view mirror.    With every passing moment  I feel less confined as I realize it was I who set the baggage free The wind in my face brings clarity to the road before me   The baggage is soon forgotten  I have settled over the saddle of countryside that embraces me.    This ride seems too short. Copyright William Carey Clause Sr. [email protected]