Maybe One Day

An empty field with a pond,

proudly wearing a coat of fog.  

I so desire to explore, 

letting dew soak through my jeans. 

The fog tickling my body as I carve a path.

Watching the neon orange orb in the sky

and marveling with restricted breath 

as it's color dances over my body. 

The sounds of insects and distanced frogs echoing in the quiet.

The water flowing over reeds and stumps and rocks. 

My thoughts bouncing from one thing to another

yet distinctly aware of the gift of "now".

No agenda; no time limit; no "hurry-it-up".

An empty calendar and my artistic leanings guiding the way.

I drive by the field with fog and look through my windshield at the almost-awake-sun.

I feel my toes crammed into my high heels and the mask on my face.

My calendar is full of things that need to be done and my mind follows the "To-Do" list.

But my heart craves that expedition. 

Maybe one day. 

September 21, 2020