Anchor

wild to remain

when i enter your garden

i pass through no gate

simply onward the trail 

to your highest peak 

i have never known a way like yours 

and you have never known a wandering like mine 

still i welcome your curves 

and you invite my pace 

we are lovers to the unmapped path

our forward takes 

you are the brightest sun 

you are the clearest sky

you are the piercing heat i feel inside 

you are the stone and dirt beneath my feet 

you are the pattern of the butterfly

you are as many colors as the wildflowers 

you are the ones i had yet to see

you are the fragrance of lupine 

you are the shapes and lines in the leaves

you are the strong wind that blows through the branches of the palm trees

you are the sharpness of the needle grass

you are the cactus thorn 

you are the blood that pours 

you are the smile that forms 

you are the knowing that wounds heal 

you are the cry the coyote sings 

your are the hummingbird's wings

you are the lizard that hurries on 

you are the highest note of the sparrows song

you are the coolest breeze 

you are the view from the mountain 

you are the slow decent

you are the softly content

you are homeward 

when i depart from your garden

i steal not a single flower

still your sun

has burnt all of me that i made bare

still your thorn 

stings to the touch

still your song 

is known to my tongue 

still your scars 

are now mine to call home 

so you 

untethered for the on and on 

untamed for always

you are free to grow 

and wild to remain

to be

music on music 

books on books

plenty to keep 

my mind distracted 

from 

all the songs i should be hearing 

all the words i should be reading 

plays on plays 

wants on wants 

more than enough 

to keep my hands 

and thoughts  

too busy 

to simply do 

the things 

i say 

i simply want to do

now 

the time has come 

to end the consumerism  

to cease the hustle 

for something new

so 

find me a quiet corner 

pull up a chair

keep me afternoon 

come sit with me 

stay a while

share

all the stories that

i have been waiting to hear 

i have everything i want 

and all i could need 

now 

the time has come  

to be still 

the time has come 

to be 

dear chicago

dear chicago 

swallow me 

from frank lloyd wright

to lake michigan 

i only want your 

absolutely everything, and 

all your in betweens

with your outstretched arms 

like my skyscrapers, i am

reaching for the fringes of your grey skies

my collar

turned up to your wind 

my feet 

dancing to the beat of the rain against the windows of our eyes,

my eyes

still looking for your every so faintly sunshine

dear chicago

swallow me 

from then

til tonight

and all your in betweens

i only want your 

absolutely everything