I find myself awake. Alive in wonder. Finally.
Looking back down a locust eaten road wondering how God can return the years-Years marked by compliance and pretending, surviving and yearning for some forgotten thing
that I am just now recovering –
battered dreams I thought lost.
Adventure emerges from its fear-induced coma.
Elusive ideas resist definition
My mind refuses the call. All day I distract myself with the inane and the practical but tonight sleep refuses me shelter from this compelling uncertainty goading me awake at 55 pushing me to embrace a future that I should be looking back at by now.
Beckoning me to go out my door and see where the road takes me.