Being Content
Written: by Miracle Man
2-1-2020
While living in San Diego’s urban sprawl,
I was often admonished when I’d say y’all.
I felt the crowds press while feeling ignored,
and fled the west coast and moved inboard.
My five years there were productive and fun,
but I wanted the seasons, not year around sun.
As I felt time approaching for settling down,
I returned to my roots and a three dog town.
In searching my thoughts I’ve yet to find,
anything to long for that was left behind.
Weekend wanderlust, backwoods trail tramping
Accesorized with well-heeled, hard-soled boots
Forrest frolicking, overnight camping
Freefalling footsteps connect to grassroots
Lost in labyrinth of lengthy commutes
Energized inboard engine outpaces
Scavenger hunting and other pursuits
Tieing up loose ends with taut bootlaces
Observing the touch of untouched places
Muddy meanderings, dry diversion
Pathway erases bootprint/ retraces
Exiting road-less-taken-excursion
Rejuivenated, (much to my liking)
Striking campfire desire for more hiking
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