January 2021 – Picking Up Roots

Sunrise

morning sky, a frescoe
of muted blue
and puffy, pink-hued white;

the birth of light
rising over rooftops
a new opportunity is born

Roots

I am called home
by animal instincts
I can't explain,
no matter the places I go
the new roots I sow,
the pull of pine trees
and the salty, rocky coast,
horizons of fiery beauty,
the draw of fierce independence,
leave my soul restless -
my roots call me home

Work

when my reckoning comes 
these days won't matter
(if they ever did), 
that I pushed, stretched
to my limits and beyond
instead of taking in a fiery sunset
won't be worthy of a footnote
in the annals of time,

so why put myself
through such grueling paces:
it's what I watched,
it's what I know,
it's how I sleep at night,

I don't know how to stop
so I drive on
another plough-house in the field