Full Moon over Margarita

It wouldn't be a day I would choose but a place. I'd pack the truck and drive, anywhere. I'd go to a hillside an watch whatever it is that's before me. I'd climb on a roof and watch the sun set, then stand on a hill spread my arms out wide and feel the wind attempt to pick me up. I'd go to a library and read words. I'd attend a small concert, and an art museum. Then in the end I would create a bonfire, lay on the grass an stare at moon.