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What More I Want to Do and See

I want to run along the ocean
and feel the waves wash over my feet
erasing my footprints in the sand
I want to skydive and sense myself falling
watching the landscape below me
seeing everything so clearly
so cleanly until I love it all
more than ever before
I want to play guitar in an old bar
and sing on a wooden stage
with a drink at my feet
making music that turns the crowd
toward their dreams
until all the hurts in the room
melt in tears
I want to write beautiful lines
and put them in a book
where the pages burn with longing
and the reader sighs
and blinks
and walks toward a lost love
until all of self is whole again
I want to stand on a mountain ridge
where the sun spreads light on
slow moving cattle below
where the Alfalfa smells sweet
and the sky is a cloudless blue
I want to ride a galloping horse in an open field
until the air stings my eyes
and I hear the pounding of the horse’s hooves
and feel that floating that comes
when you’re carried by forces beyond you
and you’re caught up in some glorious rhythm
you cannot define
I want to relish the urban chaos
and wander the streets where the sights
singe and sometimes scald
where humanity is seen and heard
in all of its ruin and righteousness
its filth and its fineness
its gore and its grandeur
I want to do and see more

© 2019 Timothy Moody

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