Between earth and air
lies the language of sun,
speaking,
responding in clouds.
It’s not too late
to go to wild places,
alone,
and unafraid…
Unhitch yourself from the wagon
that goes only one way
knows only one route
travels the same rutted path
it always has,
Where are your wilds?
What have you tamed
and let others tame in you?
It’s not that we’re abandoned,
but that we demand delight
at every turn.
We can only stay sated so long…