Forewarn the Wanderlust
Let’s rest outside today
and throw stones in our minds.
Dirt under callused feet seems to be alive.
It tells us to sit and bleed thoughts or else die.
It is for me the opposite of suicide.
We’ll sit and laugh, watch wheels go and go.
Lazy is a word too obscene to articulate
the delicacy of flavor I smell in the air.
Watch wheels pass with clouds in the sky.
Physical movement is but an aspect
of heightening movement of the soul.
Forewarn the wanderlust who knows this not.