All is Said, Now I'm Done

The rain has washed away

clusters of a thousand thoughts

revealing a spoiled care

and so,

I’m moving on

I’ve said my piece

   to myself

      quietly on car rides

        canopied by lovely trees

Prompted by the beauty of 'being'

Appreciating: I have nothing to prove

I am this

I am not another

He calls it good

Finding release in the surrender

      of hopeful glances, taps, words

           each uprooted quite simply

                   action neglected

                   my hope deferred

But now I choose health

       In place of dis-ease

Palms wide open

     postured to receive

Yet waiting in motion (I cannot shake this directive)

    Around the corner sipping coffee

    Traversing concrete blocks
    Maneuvering myself toward warm sand,
          sweet glimmering vastness of shore and sun

       taking in 

          sights

          sounds

          people

          places

    Laughing until my stomach lurches

   

All the while

living 

this 

life

in a Presence so Abundant

                                  Satisfying

                                           Protecting

                                                       Good

Lost in FRESH considerations

Encountering DELIGHTED faces

Sharing NOVEL moments

that leave me with love,

not breadcrumbs.