Yes, I see you
Standing there in all your glory
Beckoning me to join the fun
Promising me the freedom
Of a wild run
You come around to visit
This time every year
Bringing feelings of unrest
And longing
The desire to pack a bag
Just go
No particular destination
Time is of no essence
The sun on our backs
The wind in our face
Headed wherever we want
No designated place
Walking the sands of a beach
The mountains for a hike
Throwing a dart at a map
Going wherever we like
Breaking free
Of the ties that bind
Obligations of the mind
Oh how I long to join you
On your wild run
Work has me tethered
So I’ll watch from a distance
Maybe next year
When you come to visit
I won’t hesitate
I will fully participate
Until then I’ll drink you in
Through the color of the wildflowers
And nature’s beauty sublime
Reminding me you are here
Standing in all your glory
Calling to me
Springtime
E.A. Fussell
05.06.2020
E. A. Fussell 