HIT THE ROAD — peregrinations

One foot in front of the other,
BREATHE, carefully
Step in the mud
Will my footprint
Become a fossil – years
Past present future

Pebbles falling
From the mountain path
Bone dust & dirt
Mist rising

Life’s a series of dreams
Black Crow calling
Mischief Maker

Begin Again.

Where-ever I am, I’m home…

Today, I decided to walk-a-bout,
Really just to hear the Mockingbird shout.
All it wants to say is that “I AM HERE.”
Very few ignore this bird I hold dear.
Ever so often I stroll, my eyes closed,
Leaving, with my imagination posed.
I stand between the tree’s roots, looking UP.
Note that branches are roads, celestial YUP.
Going places, easy, without a doubt.

Destination Unknown (REVISED)

My urge to travel unravels [gravel]
flying in the wind finding my mind
I gawk at the Red-Tail Hawk
circling, like a boat in water,
“weren’t no” tidal wave,
But a current of warm air,
Tunnel, pipeline to the Heavens,
the THERMAL no hurdle —
Surfing, the Red-Tail Hawk slowly floats UP
wings translucent in the hard-won sun;
the red in its tail is like fire in the sky,
I don’t need to run as I watch this bird
following the wind,
destination unknown,