Sojourn Chronicles
Wind in my face to a place of rest.
A calmness comes over me,
soothing, relaxing, restoring my soul.
Quiet except for the sound of Spring.
Birds chirping. A slight breeze blowing.
Escaping the drama of the world,
ending with wind in my face going home.
See you on the highway.
Brent
Ed. Note: March 21, 2021 is International Poetry Day.
Spring air coaxes me on as I lean into the curves.
The park is filled with families, kids in the playgrounds.
Overhead, an airplane tows a glider, ready to be released
to near total freedom, but it must return to earth.
The motorcycle awaits. It is the total freedom machine.
See you on the highway.
Brent
I love your hugs, your caresses and the backrubs.
Sometimes, when we are holding each other,
I cannot tell where I end and you begin.
Brent
The grinding stone of life
can turn raw emotions
into love and understanding.
See you on the highway.
Brent
The ease of cleansing a car
is as easy as a car wash.
If only cleansing the soul could be that easy.
Brent