Map

A million things to do
and I write poems
not for you
but for me
to teach me how to talk
what I am
where my dreams lay down
to sleep and dream themselves.

A map guides my feet
with roads
an contour
but what guides my heart?

Full Circle

We talked for a minute
as you walked out
and you asked me why I was leaving.

I said "Back to school"
but what I meant was
"To save the world"

Will I get there?
I don't know
and I'm not sure it really matters.

Longing

A golden haze speckles my windshield
I am driving into the setting sun
West to adventure
to visit the land of my Father.

Two weeks gone.
Leaving my appetite unfulfilled
like drinking water
to slake hunger.

Now the images flash on my screen saver
and I hesitate to move my mouse
when it is time to work again
I see the red rock
smell the sage
feel the path sing underfoot.

I long to return
to the land of my Father
and your Fathers
But I realize that the longing
is the richest part of the journey.