Photo by Jim White

But why

Can’t I just glide?

I said to her, maybe there’s something wrong with me

Why can’t I just be

Satisfied

Normal

Grateful?

Is it my fate to embrace this

Repetitive sandpaper rubbing against the palms

Of my hands & face?

Where will you go? she asked

I’d live in my truck if necessary

The desert was calling me

Some primitive wandering urge

Aboriginal

Primal union

My essence with that of the animals and landscape

Connecting dots like stars in universal vines

But why

Can’t I just glide

Like rocking chair on summer porch

Laid back daze

For those recollections to raise

How close I am to your heart

Again I awake and start

This stream dream

Eyes open

A saguaro cactus appears

Out of the wall

As if nothing is

What it seems.

-excerpt taken from my book “Stay no Go” a story of love and loss. Available on Amazon.