Not all those who wander are lost.
― J.R.R. Tolkien
Follow me softly
says the call of the breeze,
these trees, the way the slant of
sunlight spotlights that petal, this blade.
We shade ourselves
in silence, the songs of desert,
sea. Allow our feet go where they
may. Stay awhile and listen to the sun.
Undone, we just might
be finding ourselves, binding our
-selves in more than skin. In leaf and
soil and sky. In the wander, not the why.
April PAD Challenge, day 10.