I am the map you strive so hard to read.
I am the staff conveniently found
near the dangerous crossing.
I am your boots and
the dust on your boots.
I am the high breeze bringing
ice air from the mountain.
I am the castle keep of your destination.
I am the coracle upon the fearsome wave.
I am the dragon rising from the deep.
I am the petrel wheeling.
I am your tiny knife,
your one drop left of sweetwater
against a terrible thirst.
I am your sextant
as I am your star.
I am the dawn in this unfamiliar place.
I am the glory paths you see
from sun through clouds to streets below.
I am the coming rain.
I am the night without dreams
in a strange bed.
when you return to tell your story,
all your tales shall be of me.
Even in your loneliness and fear,
even as you stop to wipe your brow,
I preen in all my dangerous beauty
before your eyes.
You are my adventure
July 6, 2020, 8:58:54 PM