Wandering


 

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Wondering

Pondering

As I grow fonder

Of the wander

and I wonder

How much longer

Will I wander.

Fearless


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I’ve spent a lot of my life afraid…afraid of everything. Afraid of life.

A lot of that life hiding in books and daydreams.

And looking for love and acceptance

Or maybe looking for me.

Somewhere along the way I disappeared

I hid my true self and adopted the self others thought were best

Pretending to be what they wanted

And ignoring the little voice crying in my mind.

No more…

I’ve been slowly chipping away at those layers

Layers of other personalities

of other people’s versions of me

And like a chick breaking out of its shell

Stretching for freedom

I have found me.

And I refuse to hide again for anyone.

Chasing Taillights


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Rio Grande Gorge, Taos, NM

Down the highway
Through the canyons
Where spirits soar
In the gusting winds
Swirling their way
Through my mind
Through the trees
Through the passing cars
As I try to find my way
Back to the memories
Back to the imagination
Back to where I belong
Home

Train Travelin’


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Very few things capture the imagination like trains. How many of us have dreamed of hopping a train to points unknown. Woody Guthrie and Merle Haggard rode the rails. Songs like “City of New Orleans”, “Orange Blossom Special” and “Rock Island Line” and many many others perpetuate the dream. Paul Theroux wrote of his adventures traveling through Europe and Asia by train. 

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For me, the allure of the train has always been the travel. Going somewhere, anywhere is an exciting notion to me. Trains have the added benefit of just being cool. The rhythmic motion and sounds as it passes fire up my imagination. Grabbing hold and swinging into a boxcar, standing at the open door, feeling the wind in my hair and the rails beneath my feet… 

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I know the realities are not as romantic as they seem. I have seen photographic images of hobos, both from Woody Guthrie’s days and modern day. Not a pretty image at all. 

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But to quote Dierks Bentley in his song, “Train Travelin'”

“Am I a fool to think it glamorous
Box-carrin’ like a hobo, it must have been rough
But a simpler way of life is what it really means to me
When we weren’t so dependent on money to be free”

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I realize I am not the only one to find trains fascinating. They are a window to the past as well as an awaiting adventure. 

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On the Wings of an Eagle


On the Wings of an Eagle

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Catching a hold of a bit of wild

The wing of an eagle

Who carries me, unbidden

Farther than I have ever been

Circling over majestic mountaintops

Higher and higher

Into azure so sharp, tears spring to my eyes

Spiraling, passion swirling

Soaring on the currents

His strength bearing me

Protecting me, caressing me

Carrying me to his treetop aerie

Released

Back I lay

Eyes wide open

Sightless, soundless, boneless

Outstretched, reaching for a piece of heaven

Nightfall


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Nightfall

Lights dim

The first glimmer of the eventide begins

Softly slowly the blue fades

Easy now

Slipping sliding down

Colors changing behind closed lids

Golds to oranges to reds

White-hot heat seeking out clouds to inflame

Colors burning into one another

In a ferocious race to outdo each other

Passionate streaks across the deepening sky

Blazing inferno of orgasmic hues

Cooling to rich purples and blue

Clouds dissipating in steamy drifts

Twinkling stars bidding goodnight

To another day

Dawn to Dusk


 

 

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Angel Ascending

 

Quietly she slips into view

Over the hump of her sister’s hips at rest

Initially just her aura

Lighting the sky in hues of gold

 

Jubilantly peeking her goldilocks

Out of cover of the night

Infusing all with a sense of wonder

Gilding the clouds

With a Midas-like sheen

 

Her cheerful face

Brightens the night to full-fledged day

In just a moment

The gold hues easing into bright blue

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Daylight Fades

 

Sunset

Blue tinged with golds and orange.

Blood red.

Purples easing to blues fading into black.

 

Twilight

The stars twinkling in the deepening heavens

Lady Moon, white-faced and open,

Shining brightly o’er the darkened scape.

 

Phantoms

Nocturne creatures appear to feed, to commune.

Freedom of movement hidden within shadows.

Daylight fades, opening the world to night.

 

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