Headed Nowhere

Walking along the trail, the trees teach me
about having no particular place to be.
A peaceful disposition to have, I thought.

“We’re not going anywhere.”, they seemed to say.
“But we have many things to do
today in a grateful forest.”

Last Few Words: Thoughts on staying in the moment. Sometimes difficult these days.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Haiku & Harvey Kurtzman (a visual poet, of sorts)

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