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THIS MORNING

Was it truly just
this morning
that I ran through the forest?

Over the peak
and
into the gulch,
light’s growing glow,
my cadence
slow.

Trees whisper,
cool winds linger,
my body,
like a feather,
swiftly carving
through the air.

But my mind,
like a dream,
wonders
about the adventure
and the beauty
that is continually
there.

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ASHES

When I die,
don’t bury my body deep
with no living thing to see.

Take my ashes
and scatter them wide
across the mountaintops
and canyons
of the Divide.

Where I found my peace
in the solemn beauty
amidst the pines
and roaring creeks
of nature’s glory.

REST EASY

The hammock groans
in my ear.
Each rope tightly woven
into place.
Fabric of opaque
diamonds pressed on my skin,
where the blood runs thin.

The chains clink along
with the leaves scratching
the patio floor.
They flip
and flutter,
swirling trails of yellow
and orange.

The dogs run free
around the fading green.
Following scents
made up
of mysteries.

The sun is setting
even though
the day has been
warm
and slow.

In the comfort
of familiar,
a lethargy sways with me.
I rest easy,
knowing nothing
about tomorrow
and focusing
on simply just
breathing.

SILENT COLLAPSE

There is an ancient battle
still alive
here.

The trees themselves
have begun a fight.

Uprooting
from the dense soil.
Exposing
their very inner workings.

They lean and sway
until they fall,
taking with them
others
ensnared
by acute branches.

With a loud clap
they collapse
in rows.
Each descending further
and further.
The weight more
with each groan.

Until
at last
many years later,
they finally crack
and waste
on the forest floor.
Just as another began
its fight
only days before.

CAPTAIN OF THE CLOUD SEA

Clouds fly
in the ocean of sky.

“What do you see?”
asks little Lee.

“Oh me, oh my.
I do think I spy
a ship
with it sails spread wide.”

“Pirates!” he squealed,
unable to keep even-keeled.

“Aye.”
I replied.
“The captain is looking at me
with a stern eye,
bright and white,
through a telescope he peers,
determining
if we are enemies to fear.”

Lee raised his fists
and gave a snarl.
And hollered:
“Don’t you run from me,
Captain of the Cloud Sea!
For I am Little Lee!”

From my lips
broke a smile
and after only a while,
Lee tugged at my sleeve,
and asked,
“What answer did you recieve?”

“He says he has come prepared.
He knows your name
for it is regarded
everywhere.
He calls at his crew,
Full speed ahead!
Look at how they move!
They are coming, Little Lee.
What shall we do?”

A devious grin spread across his face
and his youthful eyes began to sparkle.
“I have waited days
for his ship to come,
we will stand our place!”

At the sound of Lee’s defiance,
darker clouds began to roll in in waves.
The Cloud Sea Captain pushed forward
with no second to waste.

From her great, light hull
barrel guns protruded,
packed and ready,
the crew waited for the captain.
There would be no refusal!

Fire!” he commanded,
standing tall and proud.
And just like that
streaks of light
dashed through the clouds.

The air groaned
with the echo of thunder.
Little Lee stood
knowing that we did not have much longer.

Quickly, he ran across
the field of grass,
letting no obstacle prevent him
from his task.
He jumped and skipped across
every hidden rock.
He was headed for the pavilion,
that is where he would stop.

Behind him came
fleets of rain,
soaking the ground in
an endless daze.

I was not so lucky as Little Lee,
running in after him,
I found myself drenched
from the Cloud Sea.

“Don’t worry my father.”
He smiled ferventely.
“The Cloud Sea Captain
did not even get a drop on me.”

I nodded and knelt
to give him a hug
and said:
“My brave, brave son.”

He gave another look to the sky,
as things began to dry.
He pointed and gasped
for what was left of the pirate’s ship
had become just a single wisp.

He turned back to me
his eyes wide and said:
“Father, do you see?
The sun has already avenged thee.”

WITH YOU

My head aches
from days of travel.

It’s funny.
With how much
I wander,
how I long for exciting
and new,
that at the end of it,
what I want,
what I truly desire
is just to be home.

Home.
on the couch,
lazily living
with you.