Behind me
The wake of my journey
All froth and churn
As I labour
To leave
To forget
Ahead of me
The wake of the moon
All sparkly possibility
As I awaken
To hope
To purpose
Behind me
The wake of my journey
All froth and churn
As I labour
To leave
To forget
Ahead of me
The wake of the moon
All sparkly possibility
As I awaken
To hope
To purpose
Swaddled in silky cloud
Upon a bed of supple grasses and pine
Earth
Cradle of my being
I leave him
As an arc of energy
From the light
Which taught me love
Into a darkness
I once feared
But accepts me
With a grace
And love
Greater than any
I have known
Even his
And in that moment
The darkness itself
Becomes light
I follow
The land’s flow
Over swell
And hollow
This sea of soil
Calls out to
Hard men
Sailors of
The grasslands
Content to be at sea
I travel along
The thin edge of life
Steep hillside above
Roiling sea below
Confined
Yet
Content
Breakers rumble
And susurru
Their soothing song
While the drive
Becomes dance
With the curves
And rolls
Keeping time
As if the lilt
Of the waves
Sing the highway
Into being
Some days the world seems
So very small and I feel
So vulnerable
Destination calls
Beyond a pathless expanse
Beckoning promise
I’m gone
And she stayed behind
Or I left her
I’m not sure
Which narrative
I like the least
I carry her still
A memory under glass
Shrouded and unrepentant
A story ended
Without end
And yet untold
But for the voice
In my heart
That won’t let her go
Gentle seas
Jagged peaks
Sky in turmoil
So go
The many layers
Of I