Somewhere, where the sidewalk ends,
my foot intrepidly tipped and toed out over
a dusted edge; worn with the
age of ancient travelers and
standing guard for others to tread.
In the landscape reaching out beyond
mist and grey mottled sage sea billows up
in defiance, thumbing its leaf and tendril at
cemented steel monsters; consequently
beckoning me to remain – safe and
boring.
No!
The clarivoant sky plays stories of
could be and should be while
megalithic microscopic slither stomp and stray in
a game of tag with memoried moments marred and maligned
with vivacious joy and undetermined sadness
as hummingbird flight trips towards tantilizing
heavens teasing raven black shadows to chase;
my imagination uncaged:
Oh, here, where the edge drops off
stone turns and humble rock
gather to host a trail of events
leading to a brilliantly begged beginning and seeking an
reverently ridiculous end
in a story to spin for another
generation.
Lingering, for many a day
I’ve sought council on character crossing countenance’s
countenance to decifer
what words to hire, inspire and toss
and tarry across the threshold of vision
to worlds I cannot see
but holding on to with hopes blade and
verses torch, in this new land of
unbridled horse runners, dog sleepers, and
birds speaking french;
for a story unfolding and
remembered.
Out here, where the sidewalk ends,
my every word universe of every
needed fabled verse awaits my
next move.
saying it anyway 