Paths to Experience

Realms of thought

Some small and obtuse

Acute perspective

Narrow field of view

Choosing isolation

Others vast and diverse

Well traveled destinations

Expanding every day

I strive to be the latter

Open mind

Adventuring

Harbors of Night

Questing toward new horizons

Shielding my eyes from the sun

Vast ocean before me

Shores to learn my touch

Off on the tides

I’ll arrive by still winds

I’ve been drifting through the night….

Across the world within

Forgotten Wilds

I used to wander the countryside, through the pines and the ceders

Greeting great maples and oaks, brimming with life

Occasional willows, walnut trees, birches barked in white

Giving way to little known meadows

Old places hid from memory, each a breathing echo

Deeply rooted in the past

Centuries standing either side of the path

Adventures, lost

Before satellite maps