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This: one day


This time of year is the hardest

The transition from winter to spring

Because I’m over the cold and the grey

I want sunshine and water and trees

Surrounding me

And for the noise of cars and alarms and people and concrete

To dissipate behind me

As I walk into nature with nothing but what

I can carry on my back

And what I carry in my soul

To survive what comes my way

Relish in the beauty of the unknown

I love my Michigan but I yearn for more

For real mountains and real waterfalls

Bigger and brighter and soul consuming

Everything on a grandeur scale

And I wonder if I’ll make it before

I die

Because you never know when time stops

After all we’re only guaranteed

Nothing

And I can sense the stopwatch

I don’t want an all inclusive hotel pool party

I want a completely exclusive solo hike

So many places to see it’s overwhelming

As I sit here thinking about it day dreaming

But surrounded and bombarded by work and bills and people and things

I want no things just to be simply

I cry sometimes thinking of the beauty in this world there for me to see

Barely out of reach but out of reach

Each experience I need to change me

Form me into a better Cesiley

But circumstance stops me

I have to be a mommy and sacrifice for now

But one day I will visit these not so far away places that already live in my heart

All these lives I could live but seem so far

I cry out for Moab and the Appalachia’s

I cry out for Yosemite and Maui

I cry out for Muir and Sedona

I cry out for the stairway to heaven

I cry out for other countries

Iceland and Norway and England too

I cry out for the chance to be captivated and see the sun set over a new landscape nightly

Waking up snuggled in a tent to a new fresh beginning

Dew drops dripping

Each day a new day that needs no name

Oh take me there take me away

I don’t want to miss this beautiful earth given beauty

One day

One day

One day


CLR 3/2020


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