A Year Coming Home

My steps return me to my beginning

Blended into a mosaic of vivid and vague

I survey the path of stones

A few I might remember stepping upon

I think;

were all epochs so personal?

Did every quest whisper a private promise?

Regardless of public reward

Or indifference

I’ve worn some interesting cloaks

Reveled at the edge of unexpected vistas

For me alone to savor

Or soar

A passage to who I am in the here and now

For the courage to dare my comfort

A tribute to my partner, friend, and

Cherished right wing

~***~

I have a great treasure to welcome me

Always here, patiently waiting

Acknowledgement

One who treats me to open heart

without coaxing

who cares so well,

essence; contagious,

I like the manner I accompany.

I also enjoy the benefit

of falling in love without notice.

Overwhelmed by the waves of her Pacific

I am warmed and tossed about

In the wild and untamed power of her authenticity

I can't hold my breath!

I laugh too much.

It's the bubbles you see

they tickle

convincing me to surrender

any notion

of possessing.

The Buddhists advise,

 'breathe'

I get the gentle humor of the duality

feel the mirth

then let it go.