Here, there and everywhere, an acceptance of things I cannot change
the way the sun carries forth my soul
the way my hound…impeaches practicability like a troll.
Woeful lay…my expectations under an open sky.
Nonetheless…this is not a hike toward deep rooted, bulky…control.
…
Speaking to the glow on my skin…
Never in that…the questioning tone…
How I am made to feel unpredictable?
And in the ardor of freedom…am I remiss to ask,
Why?
…
Here, there and, everywhere…complacency will sit alone for the briefest of moments.
Seated at the right hand of a whistling southerly, breeze.
Hounds commence to frolic and play.
An aroma of roasted clover rises up.
Tomfoolery…lights the way.
