Poetry | Travel

My Spirit Yearns For New Adventures

Each footprint marks my track as I step into moist air open spirit to sky inhale blue and exhale shades of grey.

The mountains hold the rain to come. The trees lean in. Anticipate the coming wind.

Leaves surf in circles, then settle gently nesting on the earth.

Each day brings a new adventure with the unexpected wind.

A bell sounds at the iron gate. and a visitor drops their stone.

Each voyage brings expansion of the conversation with ourselves.

We make an election of decision, with deliberate intention; an act of rebellion for some.

Others use distraction to set aside their chat. Each selection, adds to the collection.

A shoulder bag, worn thin, shoes with long green laces and tokens to ease my passage, through the shallows, where the fish arrive to greet my finger ships.

As they taste the tips I search the disembarking crowd, for glimpses of myself.

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