I wander along in blues of sparkling seas
I witness a sail in the distance waving at me
I place hand over eyes in familiar stance
I wave back with my hips, a shift of my dance.
The forest closes in with a crackle of leaves
I’m not afraid, it’s welcoming me
The music turns up with bird songs and buzzies
The brook tells a joke that gives me warm fuzzies.
In a blink of an eye, my feet hit the sand
the painted desert that smells like Christmas is where I am
A solar flare singes my skin hot and prickly
but pain is small price when one lives this richly
A single leap, a precarious bound
I’m traveling highways, heeding the sound
of the zephyrs of change as they dervish round
Should I see you as I move, ever by the winds tug
You may not know my face, but you’ll know me by hug.