my world is still wild



i can’t explain the wind 

and why bother trying

like us 

the  wind begins somewhere 

and ends somewhere else

does it matter why

walking outside 

even though i am not well

the wind feels good on my face

and i am staying right here

just being

-jobe


a break from the winter rains

perhaps a few days of sunshine  

it is sunrise and i sip coffee 

watching through a window

as wild finches peck in my yard 

and on the patio 

making small sounds that please me


in my imagination I took a long walk

as my body was too weak to do so

and in my mind I found a world

of fields and woods with no footprints

in all directions this world was new and clean

my body is weak but my world is still wild

and absolutely free

-jobe


your life is unique 

follow your own path 

and leave the naysayers behind 

your life 

your choices

your karma

-jobe 


No amount of anxiety makes any difference to anything that is going to happen.

-Alan Watts


links

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe


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