Wind Shift

There is a shift in the wind,
a new hunger,
something not yet definable,
a sea wind
drawing you to horizons
more than the safe coddling
of mountains and valley,
a desire, long lost, lost
you thought,
forever,

to leap into dark places
and burgeoning dawns
with an abandon of a child,
and with half the wisdom.

About this poem

Something is shifting inside me. It is slow. It is uncertain. I am still trying to understand it, but I think it’s a good thing.

The picture was taken on Cape Cod

Tom