Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Poem #2

While my friends travel the world
I choose a different expedition
My departure not one
requiring a ticket
or arrival an hour early
Just a willingness to sit still
to let my senses expand
into the bottomless lobes
of my heart
where a well of tenderness
waits to dissolve the walls
that childhood built so carefully

1 comment:

Green Horn said...

Love this. It rings true to me and my experience.