I want but to rest
To turn my back on the world
And its trappings
And its failings
And its wantings

And wrap my arms around this thing
So whole
So true
So warm

And so much greater
Than anything behind me

Ash in the air
From a fire burning
Many miles past the horizon

Falls in my vision
Dust of the world

I can smell the ending

But so too can I sense
The new beginning

Walk with me
In places new
Where we might find
Truths not yet uncovered
By anyone else
Who might walk
There

The autumn breeze
Cools my skin
Opens my nostrils
Carries with it
The songs of a thousand beings
That wait patiently
For what comes

Let it be said of me
That I walked with purpose
Loved with abandon
Delved recklessly
Learned much
And learned yet more

Let it be said of me
That I lived
Fearlessly and fully
With you by my side

Better late than never, right? Better yet: I didn’t give you a poem yesterday, so you get two today!

Stretching shadows
Along the quivering grasses
Where the birds seek the clippings
And the wildflowers poke through
There is a hidden oasis
Within an unassuming speck
Of the wide world

Saturday poem, special edition: It’s on Sunday instead!