Which Way To Go
We feed each other.
We need each other.
I am not ambitious, but I do have habits to fulfill.
She has only one habit - me, but she is ambitious, and conscientious,
and dedicated to family.
If I am honest I will admit that my "want" is much more than my need.
Her want is equal to her need, and her needs are her life -
I am one of those needs.
I was a creature headed for the roads - no anchor.
She says she saved me from some great mis-spent life,
and perhaps she is right.
All my short adult life had been survival (at different levels),
not enjoyment - contentment is a brief act, seldom repeated.
We all exist, day-to-day, living in patterns.
She knows I could exist in other worlds,
at lower levels of humanity (if not morality).
She can exist only in her world.
I have grown fat and comfortable in her world.
I have too many possessions - or they have me.
Most of it I could do without, because I know what I can do with only basic needs.
Sometimes I still long for the roads--
for the loneliness--
for the soft carpets of grass and sod--
for the silence of a forest clearing--
for the clear, cold nights--
for my independence.
Lights in the distance - far distance...
but, I love her.
Copyright © John Fox | Year Posted 2016
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