A bridge
A portal
To adventure
Gawd
I love
A ferry
The magic carpet
Of roadtrips
Gawd
I love
A ferry
The magic carpet
Of roadtrips
Sometimes, while crossing
I remember
There are dreams to be fulfilled
On both sides
Forward progress
Intermittent
Passing
Ill-advised
Quick glances to the valley below
Hoping for enough light
To capture the clouds in the valley
To find detail in the trees
And the valley mist
Finally, set up
And capturing frames
When I begin to notice
As one light fails
Another rises
I carry compassion
A torch to light my way
Through the darkness of unseeing
I wield mindfulness
A blade to cut my way
Through the brambles of being
From bathers and sun-seekers
The summer of crowds
To seekers of solitude
Contemplative connection
With Earth and sea
And self
Not because I am so small
But because existence
Is very, very big
So I remind myself
I am not in the world
I am not of the world
I am the world
And it is me
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
I long for the road
And its gift of living
One mile at a time