I feel as if May has swept me up onto its
hot air balloon, with devoted winds
and sun-spots that warm my pores
like faraway beaches;
I know I am near fullness
when Michigan sunsets walk
along my side, acoustic guitars
being strummed by shaggy
young men who sing of 'Hotel California'-
Even with empty clay hands, I am in
a love's whisper, for I see each script of
unwritten love among
their brilliant eyes who know little,
but love deeply.
Reality breathes so easily here,
as do I, without steel thighs
that deny me of who I shall accompany
and who I shall learn to lean on.
For the first time, life feels fulfilling
and I linger more.....
My skin glows in unchanging smiles.
As if each person on every path
has been a baby sun to me,
daydreaming always-
until that very hour that will leave me
broken hearted back at shadows
I name nomadic.
Work trips me whenever I hear
that shameful cell phone chime;
coffee too, calls on me to spill
it's own desperation-
may I forget another tomorrow?
May I just exhale this lovely air
and stay without asking?
Yet my questions are too loud,
they speak too often of my heart's
muse, and I know they are haunted.
But I will be back soon;
though my heart is still exploring city
and shore footprints of anonymity,
nature owns me elsewhere.
And I'll never let my doubts get
this close to being my collapse....
in the world dreamt in my heart,
I will put both arms around this memory
and share it with those
who have never
touched the journey of
beauty.
