out of desperation, I began driving into the unknown
pines - picnic tables - rockslides
out of desperation, I began walking into the unknown
pines - picnic tables- rockslides
the sun shone brightly even though I asked it not to
found some woods and a trail
long lost friend recognized under shabby hat
sat under a tree in a cooling breeze
life was sweet - for a little while anyway
wind coming up, tree leaves clapping their approval /// smells like rain spirit
just a traveler in seek of a place to lay
myself and my backpack down
collapse into delicious unconsciousness
I found a lean-to and settled in for the full moon night
under an array of low hanging clouds and fog
kept waiting for a werewolf to make an appearance
the wind and rain was unrelenting
as I took refuge inside—-
in the morning, skies low - like a basement ceiling
- a feeling of perennial dampness
it rained through my coffee and soaked the grounds I was standing on
hit the trail before it hit me
clouds began to do a red sea
I looked up and saw snow atop the mountains
a delicious drink of pure water
