I walk
the line 
from ridge 
to valley 
looking for 
breaks and 
seeing none 
finally sit
content with 
in and 
content with 
out such
are fences 
that’re meant
to keep 

Like a bird
who has set
the last twig
I have settled 
down with ahh
as I look
around me thinking 
that this nest
isn’t such a
bad place really 
to sit awhile 
and who knows 

When you love
you stop imagining 
you stop dreaming 
and wishing for 
or to find 
some shiny lamp 
upon to rub
when you love 
you look upon 
and always for 
that shiny object 
known as yours 

I’m glad that 
I did then
what I did
when I could 
rather than now 
when I think 
that I should 
or I would 
because doing before 
and then recalling 
realizing and remembering 
is better than 
looking and hoping 
and thinking maybe 

I oar
finally finding 
my calm
being stowed
after hours 
of breaking 
the sea
and now 
just sit
quietly gliding 
looking at 
finally seeing 
and finding 
the shore