Wildness

Slowly time slips past nickeled and dimed away
in the grocery store, the gas station, the barber
my ship crashed into this harbor never to
leave, the silent sky bears witness
to my sorrow, quietly in the arbor
I plant seeds and go about
my business like a thief
serving out his
sentence
for having
stolen a glimpse
of eternity, in my heart
there lies a universe larger
than the seven seas, the sky above
the wildness in the desert wind as it blows
in off the bare mountains where my dreams reel
in fish never seen before by anyone and I long for stillness

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