Posts Tagged ‘Adventure’

The Trees seem to beckon

as the Sun sinks low,

but the Heat keeps me apart

from the World I’d like to know.

 

Clouds, obscure! Sun, blink!-

for a short Moment-

so I may venture,

and- no more- lament.

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I never knew that

opening the white door,

leaving the painted white porch,

and walking into the grass,

into the trees, out

onto the hill,

would open up a new world for me-

one that was not even far

from home-

until I did so.

This room I know so well

may be comfortable, but

it is also unchanged and unexciting.

Now the sky is gray, but I wonder:

do we make our own destinies?

When the sky turns blue,

I’ll set out

and follow whatever path

pulls me- a gray rope

that leads from my heart to

a destination.

The Steps

Posted: April 10, 2014 in Poetry
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Memorize the steps

you took, the Path left

will help as you move

forward, while you Journey yet.

 

I had forgotten the feeling spring instilled in me-

a giddiness, the desire to move.

The desire to clean the dust off the bike no one rode,

and to fill the tires until their dark cheeks could burst,

and set out with the gravel crunching underneath,

the trees and fields passing as gray and yellow blurs.

 

I had also forgotten the scent of spring-

crisp earthiness spiraling up from the ground.

The sun pulls back the curtain of snow,

and the scent rises in spirals, the sun

helping it on its way.

This is what instilled in me

that sense of adventure, that desire

to move forward.

One day, I went out,

and the World Struck my Eye-

the Hills- the Grass- pleaded-

and I could only comply

 

by venturing forth

into the Warm air-

this solace, like Eternity,

was not simple- but- Fair.

Where would I rather be?

There are people here

who do not know me.

I know only their blood, not

their histories.

They talk of people I know,

the gray lady who died, my cousins;

they peruse photographs,

sorting and arranging landscapes.

I find it all uninteresting.

I distance myself–

a pale carp apart from these squawking birds.

As intriguing as

blue glass glaciers in Canada

and enormous fallen trees in California are

I’d rather their mysteries be saved for me,

for when I am old enough to journey

and pull the curtain of fog away

for even a small glimpse

at the present,

but these people are stuck

in the past.