I’m going out
and I won’t be home until I’m happier.
Less hungry for want of
what I do not know.
I hope to find it by the river
or on some bend somewhere on my walk.
I don’t know,
but I will be looking
for the unexpected thing
looking back.
Knowing that
the treasures we collect
are seldom brought home
in sandy pockets.
A note caught in the wind
or leaf or flower bud unfolding
is best left where discovered.
But I, myself,
I can come back
a little higher and wider
for what I’ve found.
A little heart warmed,
or soul stirred
that my want
may settle down.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
January 2019
Believe it or not, both me and my dog feel this very same way after our walks in the woods!
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I can certainly imagine, thanks Kevin!
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Yes, thinking the same thing as Kevin that I am not always smart enough to go out for what my soul needs but my dog gets me to do it!
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Ah, I think I need one of those then! (Dogs!)
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