A Meadow

each day i

wander through

this dream of

the wild meadow

discovering something i

have never 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

is compelling

enough to summon

me hither

even when

i'm gone

in some reverie

or small or distant

adventure

i'm walking

there

with you