what I really want to say is nothing
just take a long walk alone,
my little break from awesome
each foot lifted with thought
i’d live my slow stepping with cream on top
maple yogurt with a bit of meditative eating
save the moment, then sit like a stone soaking sun rays
being minutes of solitude
a leaves-bent-in-the-breeze quiet
i really want to let a cool chaos be ever okay
but in my bones it can shake like a tiny fury
i could recognize as a tantrum
if it were ignorable
if i knew where the override button was
then again, only the Prophets needed no break
from training the world, and maybe they did anyhow
i’m training an outspoken two with the unshaven
(until the discomfort of growing in hair trumps
don’t want to mess with that today) dear one
the lot of us, we’re all sane and sassy,
music (that memory-inducing charm) plays
we belly laugh every ten minutes
a few notable photos managed yet
colorado cute, log cabins, earth-tone purple houses
snow caps in may, and down the mountain
valleys layered in straight-up tall pines
topped in ordinarily amazing sky
I live a dream in motion
even when i do need an hour alone and silent