I am currently an 8th grade English teacher (my third career), living with my poet wife and non-poet dog in the non-tourist part of Orlando. More than a few years ago I graduated from the University of Minnesota with a degree in writing, photography and broadcast production. I am just beginning the arduous task of getting published.
You never joined the pack.
Why share the wildness?
as you run through the wooded stands of life,
random turn-asides –
the main thing is to avoid going
face-first into a tree.
is not a façade;
of seldom settling,
days, life, as a chase –
predator or hunted.
Why settle for less;
to be anything other than a feral friend?
Tell me when you come down off the high of traveling unfamiliar ground,
the territory of the unknown that quickens your pulse and your eye.
Tell me when you are ready to settle again
and we will gather, you and I,
and drink –
not staid liquor to soothe
our nerves, but fire-blended whiskey!
I know you won’t stay
for long. But for a time
I will join you under a moon.
© 2018 Charles B. Lyman
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