Destinationless

Destination to nowhere,
traversing on foot,
no longer running away,
just enjoying the non-route 
and what blooms
from roots wildly seeded
and the textures
of the season
and infinite skies
ever shape-shifting
like my thoughts
and the way I get lost
far away in them.
Dusk hushes.
Frogs belt out.
Alert for bears
and human predators, 
I turn toward home
and the portal of color
gradually closes.
My feet return to pavement,
having being lowered
back to reality
which, these days,
is equally rewarding.
Outside in the mornings
and in the evenings,
essential to my emotional
well-being.
I can’t imagine
not being gifted
this amazing, tranquil 
creation. 
Thank you, Lord, 
for the free and natural
cure-all medication. 
In my backyard,
beneath the stars, 
I continue my wandering
contemplations… 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise