Prairie
Life seems so elusive
Though it sits right in my chest
I look for it everywhere else but there
All the advice just seems to evade me
I search for good in the music
I search for light in the food
I search for meaning in the temporal
I search for happy in my mood
It’s the worst easter egg hunt I’ve ever partaken in
Everyone finds the prize
But me
I stand there watching others pluck the goods
While I’ve been running in circles with the gods
They seem to have me on some elusive chase
I now have memories I cannot erase
Memories that all scream out the same songs
Of you will never be good enough
I’ve not had it bad, I’ve not had it rough
I’ve simply had it with all of this status quo
My mind full of facts except for the things I should know
The things that truly are part of me
I long to explore, I long to be free
On a prairie of no delusional expectations
Only grasses waving in the winds
The sun setting and rising all at once
The whispers of love all around me
–
I long to be free
8/8/20, kdc
Songs From the River 
This piece really speaks to me, Duane: the sense of unease running through it, and the closing seven lines that say it all so elegantly–to escape the delusions, the expectations, to step outside time (sun rising and setting), and those loving whispers all around. 🙏
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Glad you liked it. I think I’m getting a lot more comfortable with unease. It seems to be my normal anymore. But I’m letting it lead me along. letting it form my “song”. And thanks so much for the kind feedback. It’s greatly encouraging.
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