Poem: The Place I’ve Always Been Headed

A window opens

and my spirit slips outside

I see

creamy moonlight slanting through leaves

silvery moss growing on the trunks of old oaks

wispy clouds lingering on far-off mountains.

I befriend

red-tailed hawks,

turkey vultures,

two blue herons who live nearby,

a gopher snake slithering across the dirt road.

I feel

no fear, no worry

only an explorer's heart

ready for discovery.

I know

this is the place

I've always been headed.

Wild

Shrouded in green

Free.

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