Lasting energy

not from the sip of my mug,

but the breeze through me


as I beg my lungs.

I gain distance on the clouds,

but I lose myself


in the beats I make

with the pavement I take on.

It’s a lovely song.


One I only hear,

so I played louder tonight

as the sunset neared.


The trees have changed shape

on the retreat path back home.

Was it a right or…


a left?  Or did I,

turn at all?  I slow to walk,

but my mind keeps on.


I’ll find home again.

If it takes a few more steps,

still beats a dead end.