Day 9 of 40: Wandering

Day 9 of 40: Wandering

Cast out amidst the fields,
As sun approaches zenith.
I wander to wander:
Nowhere to go or to be
Except pounding this cracked earth
With eager footsteps.

Without guide or map,
Mounting each new brow
Promises unforeseen treasures,
Unfolding secrets of the land.

“Come forth,”
She beckons.
“Come run with me.
See my garments
Green and flowing.
Put aside all other days
And rejoice in me,
Simple is the knowing.”

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