Mountains as far as the eye can see

My soul longs to be

Where there are mountains

As far as the eye can see

And sometimes it longs

For sand between my toes

And sunsets along the coast

When I retire I will become

A full blown wanderer

Who experiences the world

In total wonder

Unencumbered by schedule dates

And deadlines

I will take advantage of time

Trekking through the mountains

Camping by a stream

Walking along the coastline

Living my full blown dreams

E.A.Fussell

9/7/2019

(Photo by Distant Horizons Photography)

Peek-A-Boo

Peek-a-boo

I see you

Trying to get a glimpse of me

You’re filled with curiosity

My face is seldom seen

In photos or on the big screen

Am I beautiful or homely

In a relationship or lonely

Do I work more or play

On any given day

It’s not that simple

But I will offer an example

I am an eclectic mix

Can be an exotic fix

I believe in common sense

And happenstance

Work comes first

Then I play with a burst

You’ll seldom see me in a crowd

You might see me in a cloud

Flying high above the earth

Knowing well my full worth

Relationships are not for me

Lonely…no that’s not me

Unhindered by commitment

I enjoy the merriment

But don’t try to fence me in

That’s a challenge you won’t win

Just accept me as I am

And don’t ask me to make plans

E.A.Fussell

8/11/2029

Pirates We Be

Come sail with me

Pirates we be

Riding the high sea

Looking for treasure

The kind that can’t be measured

It lurks in the invisible mist

On the winds of imagination

It will grant our every wish

Whatever our minds can conjure

If our hearts can endure

It’s a treasure for sure

Riding the high sea

Pirates we be

Come sail with me

E.A. Fussell

8/3/2019

Wire Mesh is not My Friend

These may look like harmless rolls of wire mesh, but when stretched out, waiting for concrete to pour, wire mesh becomes my heartless enemy.

Our love-hate relationship goes back a long way. Many decades ago we came to an agreement:

If I don’t walk on wire mesh then

wire mesh won’t trip me.

Well folks, today I was in a hurry and convinced myself that

I could do it. I could walk across the prepped driveway without getting tangled up in it. The wire mesh lay there calmly stretched out, only a few small humps and bumps here and there. It was almost quietly encouraging me.

Ignoring the still small voice shouting in my ear “don’t do it!”

I placed the ball of my foot

on the wire mesh itself (not inside the square) and haltingly made it across. Smiling with relief as I stepped out of the potential trap I chided the small voice inside “see, I can do it”. Job-site information was gathered then I headed back to my truck.

As I went to step across the form and onto the wire mesh the still small voice said “walk around, don’t do it!” But again I ignored the voice. My recent crossing victory had me feeling confident. Then my phone rang.

And ignorantly I answered it and kept walking. Wire mesh saw an opportunity in this distraction. My steps were no longer careful. One step inside a square and wire mesh grabbed my toe. Turning me end over elbow.

As I heard that still voice inside me say “I told you so.”

E.A. Fussell

07/01/2019

“Only my pride was injured in the filming of this real life episode.”

Pearl Snap Heartache

I saw him standing there

Watching the dance floor

Propped against the bar

Sippin’ whiskey

Long legs, boots, and hat

Too many times I’ve fallen

For a man like that

Cool, and crisp, and lean

Hands rough and calloused

From workin’ cows or

Runnin’ a heavy machine

My heart has a weakness

For that look

It will fall in a minute

Regardless of the risk

But my mind knows better

Knows the pleasure

Is never worth the hurt

Tells my heart to be careful

He’s just another heartache

In a pearl snap shirt

E.A. Fussell

5/17/2019

Hope

Drugs ruin

Alcohol ruins

Political stance ruins

A closed mind ruins

Religiousness ruins

The ruin is a hardened heart

Eyes that don’t see

Ears that don’t hear

A tongue that speaks froward things

But I still hold onto hope

Hope that the drug addict will be

Completely healed

Hope the alcoholic will overcome the urge

Hope political stances find common ground

Hope that closed minds will be opened

Hope that religiousness will give way

To the truth

Of unconditional love

From God

Who dwells within us all

If we believe

E.A. Fussell

4/27/2019

Truth

Getting to the truth of a thing

It’s kind of like digging for good dirt

Sometimes the earth

Is soft and compliant

The soil is easily turned

Willingly revealing layers underneath

So easy, allowing us to

Push our hands into the dirt

Pull up clumps of weeds

Plow a path for a Spring flower trail

Sometimes the earth is hard

Unyielding

Protecting the dirt

Layering diversions

Of hard rock

Perilous gulfs of varying elevations

Deterrents to digging

Deterrents to plundering

The precious soil

Explosives

Bulldozers

Full-on destruction

We press on

Digging deeper

In search of the elusive dirt

And what happens

When we have finally found

The precious place to build

The right foundation

Was it worth it

Or is the dirt revealed too sensitive

Too raw

Too damaged

Getting to the truth

Can leave a lot of destruction in its wake

Only to reveal something

Too fragile to take

E.A. Fussell

3/17/2019