Wander

I wander the fields of thought of morning mists and milkweed of a thousand smiles and tears. of longing, and wanting, and lusting, and losing.

I wander the meadows of the mind caressing shards of truth and hope of rays of sunshine of anxiety-Induced outliers of dinged darkness shrouded by light.

I wander the forest of the soul cursing the infertilities of reflection of crushed mint underfoot of cascading hope and coursing acceptance of too many years lost.

I wander. Sometimes alone. Sometimes not. I wander