We decided to move
radically off-grid.
Becoming;
new lives in flight,
across 20 acres.
Old free time is now
new tree time.
With hope,
we saw
our way to the cabin.
Pausing,
a new silence
in the north
emerges.
Aging faces
inhabiting new spaces.
A forever
jump into
big grooves,
and Mother Nature’s
swimming pools…
I’m alive today.
And that will have to be enough.
I look up.
A rough and tough face
stained
with a new spring
dew.
With him beside me,
and ahead,
we forage.
New pioneers
or
green thumbs
attached
to big dreams.
In old soffits
live
secured baby red squirrels,
and
lofty new ideas.
At the window-
staring back;
our own reflections,
and baby black-capped chickadees.
We step out into an old woods,
anew,
me.
We.