wild

        

Remember the days of big skies

And red dust walks

Where we lingered in the wild unknown

Of God and men

So unfamiliar?

Those days when

(before they were cut from

The shore like ice

To float away from us)

We loved hard and

It bounced back to us?

Remember?

You joined them

And I was left behind-

Like a useless appendage

Encouraged To knit….

or something

Else creative

In their normal scheme of things.

Those days when I broke out

And left the place of safety for the thirsty

Hungry friends

Who wanted to hear what He put inside of us.

Finally. 

Remember the moist tension

At night

Before the days of cool air

Were pumped in?

And the summer heat

Stood knocking;

Unable to cross the moat of

Our walls of plenty?

Distant tribal calls are whispers now

Now we wait

Like breathless children –

Dripping with sweat from our play.

Wait for God

To show us

The wild unknown

Of here.