moon over Venus
the wind rustling through the leaves
sends chill down the spine
2020.10.13: next door
2020.10.12: guided
oh, to be
a part of something
of a noble purpose
greater than the totality of you
to have your days driven by
something primal
from deep within you
that can’t be explained
but only lived out
until all of you
is spent
only to rise again
and do it again
and again

stopping to refuel
still hundreds of miles to go
to reach winter roost
2020.10.11: metanoia
the table is set
but it’s not too late to have
conversion of heart
2020.10.10: render

early morning mist
just enough to paint the light
falling on dark streets
