Completely Without Need

A bit brisk, but you can feel the heat of the sun,
even early.
The beaches, not quite abandoned, but empty enough
for your purposes.

For the emptying. Empty enough
there are no battles to fight.
No objectives. No plans. No need
to satisfy.

Walk.
Listen.
Stop now and again. Shut your eyes.
Be. Just be.

I have often thought I would make a good desert rat,
or a beach bum, comfortable in the moment and place
with time stretching out like skys, Limitless
and completely without need.

About this poem

I am at Cape Cod this morning. A much-needed time away from the sense of responsibility my mother baked into me. There’s about six or seven layers to this poem (Poetry is never about one thing.) but I will simply let it be a poem about whatever you see this morning.

Be well. Travel wisely,

Tom