I thought no one would ever ask.
“Oh, you didn’t ask.” Sigh. “Regardless, I will tell you. I need to talk to someone, stuck in my thoughts all night, in dreams and visions.”
The past 9 years have been a struggle. I have wrestled with who I am. Pondering the why questions we all ask and struggle to understand
Dying. Is that what we have been doing? All these things piling on top of us, burdens to carry, burying us alive.
Screaming. Albeit silent screams.
What if I take this cloak off and try on a new cape? I am not sure I know which one to wear today, but one thing rings true, I must learn to fly. I must. I must be someone’s hero today. So must you.
By her footsteps
the mountains heard her call
She asked for
Santa Fe lights and magical dreams
And in return
she promised a piece of her heart to stay.
The wind replied and lingers
one more soul rings true evermore.
Becoming an avid traveler, going places I once only dreamed of, and doing it alone, has taught me many valuable things about myself but one stands out larger than all the others: I do best as a creature of habit. I am all out-of-sorts and finding it difficult to get back into a writing routine. What to do? Oh! what to do?
Well, two new excursions are booked. Oh bother! This is one lesson not learned very well but the excitement of driving 1000 miles one way to see my daughter in Boston (Scituate MA) is, well, all worth it. So I wait diligently for autumn colors and the wind in my hair!
As for writing, perhaps a few days will warrant something of value. If not, I am cool with that just as long as the view before me keeps on changing. Next up, U2 in Indianapolis.
same vista morning
except i am refreshing
tomorrow I climb
imagine the scenery
may i find myself
Fog in the mountains -this morning
were you thinking of me?
I wanted to let you know -this morning
burned away the fear
of never seeing you again. This morning
holds a promise and cloaks my tears.
The softness of the silk
wraps my face
and leaves a stain on my hands -this morning.