I do not desire 

permanence 

in this current existence. 

this is not home.

never was, never will be.

familiarity here is not 

comfort for me.

I must go

where the winds sing in the grasses

where the sky is expansive.

not chimneys in my view

not even my foot in a shoe.

unbridled I must become

rended myself,

come undone.

But only by your standards.

to me I’ll be free

exactly as our Creator

intended for me.

b.w.

9.25.2023