Some far off
voice some random 
text reminds me 
calls to me 
prompting a memory 
and then wonder
what and where
and when if
like a cup
of coffee knowing 
how it tastes 
but always looking 
forward to hold
and to sip
to taste and 
to simply enjoy 
and then boom
here we go 
down the path 
over the hill 
into the valley 

I’ve had less
I’ve had more 
but in this 
I have found 
my own enough 
funny that line 
was always invisible 
especially when more
but when less 
it’s much easier 
to see it 
appears or reappears 
like those deserted
highway mirages shimmering 
in the distance 
warning maybe promising 
yet almost always 
prompting I’m here 

All I know 
is that there’s 
a dot not 
of which everything 
points but to
which everything goes 
to get there 
one must align 
front to back 
like playing cards
thoroughly shuffled and 
no one thing 
is better than 
the other but 
same bad good
ugly pretty love 
and yes hate 
only humans judge 
what the Universe 
considers as good 
for all things 
are just that 
and the dot
knows no difference 

This is then 
what I’d wanted 
before I knew 
that what I’d 
had was learning 
how to do 
this very thing
we think that 
what we have 
is what we 
want until we 
learn it’s not 
it’s a stone 
which to sharpen 
the very tools
required to build 
what we do 

When it’s time 
to go go
anywhere I go 
I hear the 
wind and smell 
freedom riding on
its invisible wings 
see the Valkerie
in the distance 
saying nothing but 
come hither come 
nigh come back 
come home your 
time there is
done you’ve did
what was meant 
and you’ve learned 
your lessons and 
aged the voice 
of your wisdom 
time to go