So few are my misguided thoughts on religion…whilst in the arms of a golden, August day.
I could walk forever into the unknown…bathing in the silver lining of a sunflower’s intoxicating…glow.
I could even dare all tomorrow’s…in the deep, stare of a steer’s gaze.
Now and always, deep in the musky, wild…sorrow weakens.
Worry becomes less bold.
I understand all that is not mine….because the stillness of humid air tells me so.
Crab Apple perfumes my mind…
I live to let go.
All this and so much more…
helping snappers across Morrill road…
Is the only religion I need to know.
