I’m going
To where the sweet earth
Accepts my bare feet
Where older ways
Are still the main ways
And time is thought of in circles
I feel the call towards
These slower inclinations
Where I will replace
Stale notions of the world
With vibrant memories
Once forgotten by idleness

These travels are waiting
To be fulfilled
Pending on my ability here
To find a pace slow enough
To be aware of the guides
Directing me to the calm
Needed first
The wholeness of trust
Before embarking
Settling the unknowns
In a place where they can instead
Be marveled