The Native Iowan

heard from a friend

been silent too long

 

words of life an living

trials and adventures

changes and rethinking

 

reorganizing a personal inventory

creating a new set of symbols

 

wandering the concrete wilderness

surrounded by masses

forever alone

 

incessant searching

no markers on the Path

no assistance nor guide

wandering as lost

following no known trail

 

stumbling

at times falling

hurt

frustrated

 

feeling

lost

forlorn

 

sounds of laughter

warm lit room

door ajar

welcoming

 

cold wind

chilled

the bone

cutting

the tired core

 

Warmth

not to be

 

absent

perhaps remembered

touch

an anchor

 

holding

halting

 

movement

 

Forward

Forever Forward

 

Notice not

Warmth

Laughter

Touch

 

Attention fixed

The Path

The Journey

The Goal

 

age means nothing

time means nothing

nothing is important

not self

not want

not warmth

not touch

 

The Goal

The dream

The  abstract vision

 

one foot

at a time

 

lose yourself

your meaning

your importance

 

The Path

will teach

guide

carry

 

onward

the vision

Freedom