Going away from:
a man
and two dogs,
a home
bills, bikes, skates, cars, boats
a community
friends
a job,
commitments
clarity, some
and a somewhat stagnant feeling
to
a bold new endeavor
far away
fresh
faces
feelings
every single day,
no job, no bills, no clarity, no confusion
just the task at hand.
Listen, absorb, learn
do yoga twice a day
speak from your heart
connect with all of you
live together
find tears
and laughter
exuberance
melancholy
blue, green, yellow, purple,
perrywinkle
all of it,
a spectrum
the rainbow of you
a bright shining light
or even
the worst.
You can let go.
It flies away,
like that dress that was hanging on the balcony
to dry
and blew away
you won’t find it
you know
it's in a different state by now
being worn by someone else
until they decide to lose it
and go naked -
like you did.
Be free.
Drift,
but come back to me
the man
the dogs
the house
the friends
the cold
the community
the bills and daily drills
that make you wild and open and free
when you go away
so you can come back again.
Grounded
More or
less.
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