Greywalks - Art by Julie Macklin

can't tell you how much i care.

leave it up in the air.

a lion's share of love devoured; tasted once so sweet.

said she to he, 'so sweet the love of salt and meat.....'

and yet, this lion's loss procures no shed of tears,

for she is a stranger, free amongst fields, no longer one held dear.

the yellow smoke described by t.s. elliot, pales by comparison to the clouds in my mind.

lost and wandering through the fog, i'm seeking what one should not find.

the visions created, rest behind my eyes, feel the air i breathe, though, avoid my sight.

continue through the synaptic paths; an answer evaded reveals the light.

bring to me,

all your buildings made of words,

all the days passed so quick and sweet.

let me go,

just once more down this road of lords,

and leave behind the love of salt and meat.

overseeing the world within a path,

this drowsy sky is ours to follow,

the ground beneath catches, each, step, brief.

an untold wisdom stirs, to slowly blow.

i realize that time away somewhere else is what i need to find where i am supposed to be while i am here.

the only one that sees a complete and wonderous whole,

it is not the one takes from amongst their self, or others in efforts to give.

move away from the hole, and towards the wonder...so light; aglow.

move towards you, you have my focus; are the story that i live. 

you don't have to

need a friend,

nor want one.

nonetheless...

i am here.

no idea had i when we should pass by

what had come to be our hidden park,

that a matter of weeks, steps, and words

foretold of our new path to embark.

recalling you in sight sound or smell,

into even the most painful of memories,

and having you near, we are ours forever.

with you, i am well.

i would consider myself a very patient person; teach kids of all ages - adults too which sometimes require still greater patience, have a baby, pets, took transit or walked until late into my 20s, but then...did finally get my license, and this is where my patience wanes....on the road.  but it occurred to me the other week, that when it is the end of the day, and the car in front of me is driving the speed limit - or less, not to be impatient, but rather sympathetic.  coming home from work i would imagine one is excited to get there, for whatever reason; dinner, seeing the spouse and/or kids, their dog, relaxing, etc.  so...next time you're driving behind someone who seems to be in no hurry to get home, think about that; they are in no hurry to get home.  a little sad.