Listen to this post:
I hear it calling — calling
to me, “Let’s!” Is it
adventure?
purpose? a meaning to my life?
all of the above?
why does it call to me in a poem?
some calls cry in agony
and some with glee
calling “fall in love”
or “journey here”
and “find the reason”
peaks and mountains
valleys and chasms
and all begin with “Let’s!”
Anticipation is
a Destination
in itself —
Open those eyes, get out of that bed
and shout, “Let’s!”
Let’s
see what is to find
who is we are
how is all this here
where the day will take us
why is all this here?
At day’s end
we will have found
something different, something changed,
slightly altered, slightly familiar
We may/may not find the why but
Let’s!
