inside every one is adventure | poem

poetry

I carry memory of all the places

I never reached, but continue onwards

with feet and eyes, beneath trees

where birds feed fledglings

worms in twig nests that offer shelter

until young can fly away.  

beyond brooks with a million pebbles

algae grips stone for bottom feeders.

somewhere beyond water is a woodland

where rabbits and foxes burrow

offspring underground.  

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the rocks I kept in my backpack

have become regrets

I can no longer share.

they remind me of the lonely man

I have become. I am the only one

who can find an inner warmth.

sunrays illuminate the silk webs

in mud fields where farmers grow.

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at night I shelter

among the trunks of ancient trees

climbed to touch leaves

and if fortunate, taste berries.

there comes a dawn rise

that swamps the mind with possibility

when rays come.

tidal waves go nowhere and everywhere

crash against the cliff faces  

where goats and wild cats play.  

dawn comes

again with a wind I must follow

if only to break the silence of absence.

the pursuit of a lone man

will forever require

wolf cries and snake rattles.

but it is the presence of thought

reserved for an unending

that stirs night stars enough to sparkle.

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a million galaxies await my universal.  

but before my time

one must continue on

over mountain

through valley

along the grassy plateau.  

towards trees, absent of leaves

until it is over.

I like the oak tree

the wind

the stars

must one day bend towards earth.