Time
Perfect clouds transport me back in time…
To the unfinished paint job, the spool that spooked the horses, the cactus where a hare gave birth.
The sound of horses at play, the nicker of mare for foal, splashing at the water tank.
Horizons filled with mountains and white dotted blue sky.
The desert air warm on my skin but the sun hot enough to scald.
Not perfect, but paradise enough.
Perfect clouds transport me
Back in time.
This page is dedicated to Mark Nepo who made it okay for me to write what’s in my heart without dressing it up in flowers and rhymes.
Gifts
I’ve been searching for peace and meaning;
And I found it,
Not in people,
Not in places,
Not in the situations I was certain were solutions.
Not even in the solitude of scenery,
Though its beauty polishes my soul.
I found that which I sought
In the quiet places and moments
Where I thought I had stopped seeking.
In those moments,
I was gifted with clarity, serenity,
And a sense of my place in the world.
I Walk
In one hand I hold gently to the past,
In the other I slowly release the bits that weigh me down
Like grains of falling sand
Making way for the now and the new.
I walk.
I walk until time ceases to matter,
Until the stinging in my mind subsides.
I walk, in nature, and it is enough.
Fuel
Colors light the evening sky–
Dusky orange, dusty blue,
Wispy clouds lined up like mallards flying south,
Amidst the tiniest, sliver of a moon.
I burn it into my memory bank,
Letting the elegance of the ending day soothe my worries.
I wrap its beauty into my soul,
Using its perfection as fuel
Courage
Am I brave enough to let it go?
To say goodbye to the past,
To let it wash over me like a wave
And retreat back to the ocean.
To not only close the door,
But to let go of the handle,
Turn my back and walk away
Without looking over my shoulder.