How can I begin,
Without starting from where I am?
Can a travelers heart be free with love so close at hand?
In twilight hours, sitting long, composing simple hymns,
Painting salt-water taffy dreams from teary wells within.

The air is crisp, I walk
Night flower blooms, street lamp to display
Sweet plum flowers inner glow
Despite the chilly, bitter Spring

Kiss’d by bless’ed fairy fire
The thought lends warmth to a cool heart.
A little church, vine covered,
Glows too with old love, held deep within worn stone.

Buds and bricks with inner light,
A wanderer still seeking his,
Luminescent moon hidden, but bright…

A reflection or a lesson?
The street welcomes my lonely feet.

Lay me bare!
Just breath, breath…
Peal off this cover!  Erupt from inside!
Come back to the breath…
Come back to the breath…

No more!
Because you know what breathing is?
It’s no control
Life, stripped bare,
No meter or rhyme, except when you want to,
But this time…

Guess what?
I’ma do it in style:

Green cap, feathered brim
Bow and arrow with the finest trim,
You’ve ever seen…
Riding off into the sunset
And guess what?
I’m gunna have a yo-yo too,

Cuz you haven’t seen a badass till you’ve
seen someone ride a horse and pull off
the flying trapeze at the same time…

And just as I’m doing that,
I’ll be stopped dead in my tracks

Because I’ll see her
Maid Marian…
Walking
Down
The path
Rockin, gown, tiara, and a fine set of hoola-hoops
And you haven’t seen a Maid Marian till you’ve seen a gown wearing,
tiara toting princess rockin’ a double hoola-hoop
struttin’, down, the block.

And I’ll step off my steed, yo-yo in hand and ask,
“Ms. Marian?  Would you be so obliged as to walk the dog with me?”

We’ll link arms, hoola-hoops and yo-yo’s in hand,
And I’ll take a deep…
full breath.
This time, without even trying…
Just breathing, and living, and passing the time,
With you.