A Meadow

each day i

wander through

this dream of

the wild meadow

discover something i

have not known before

will not witness again

the narrow paths

mowed through

the tall grass

the arching

stems of wild

native flowers

nowhere else

to wend

no reason

can summon

me hither

even when

i'm gone

in some reverie

or small or distant

adventure

i'm walking

there

with you