Obscurities

Remaking

In lonely October I
decided I had enough,
packed up only a
fragment of my life
for the wilds of recreation.

I’m still on that journey
now, still traveling north,
as the leaves are ripped
from branches on gusts
and spiral down without
care of Time.

I’m still searching for
something, making connections
with each mile passed,
but I never look back in my
own way.

At least not at that
lonely October.

I want…

To drag my feet in the sand along the shore, as the fire red sun sets for a wild night, gyrations on a smoky dance floor, where I lose my inhibitions, briefly, and become something I am not during the day, free from an exacting intellect, free from burdens that sit with me even as the sky colours delight my imagination. I want to raise my hands in the air, body flailing as I embody the beat, taking a sip from the bottle of courage, and I’ll know no end. I will dance until the morning light and fall into my soft bed, unburdened, and not remember any of my dreams. I want to awake the next morning, still tired, but warmed by the fuzzy memories of celebration and freedom. I want to be free, be something more than I am, something more than my mind dictates. Is it possible or am I stuck in this shell perpetually?