My eyes turn to the open sky
It surrounds me like my grandfather’s embrace.
In the air there is a call:
A question.
It demands an answer,
But the world is so vast and
I am so uncertain.
There is a music that comes with the changing of the seasons:
A peace
Found in monastic plainsong.
Mingling with a longing
That comes from tenor or soprano.
A call to move;
To change.
To push the boundaries.
To seek more than what is offered.
The boots in the hallway
Whisper of a foreign land.


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