Here and now
A sliver of moon peaks thru the unfurling maple leaves
The geese have finally said all there good nights
And the concert of tree frogs and peepers fills the twilight.
A dog on my lap as we both sway back and forth in a hammock
Listening to the longing sounds of trucks speeding down 22A
Going places, away.
Try as I may, my soul can’t remain anchored.
It follows the trucks to memories of traveled adventures.
Wanderlust of the heart to go and hug, in my arms, the girl it misses out west.
And be swallowed up by her curly tresses.
Discombobulated 