Just Be

I am a journeyman 

And

Am at times scoundrel 

I am misunderstood by some humans, revered by cats, and mistrusted by mosquitoes 

I walk on dirt roads and soft ground in tender spring days warm sun rapture on oldering flesh surrounded by the giants of the past

I revel in nighttime trance dancing under stars and shrivel under the weight of new days before dawn laying flat on my crooked spine 

I am a conundrum even to myself

I listen for spirits singing ancient songs and mutter curses out loud under the loving sky

I build gardens of words 

From nothing

And from nothing I was born into this life

And to nothing is where I’m headed

What point is there to be had in this world, this stage in which we are players of the imagined 

A rose by any other name…

I will place my pearl into the ocean one day

But until then I’ll just remain

And sit under tall pines behind closed eyes and mouth with open heart

And just be