Wanderlust

While away
with the wild,
pick a peak
of mountain
you would like,
traverse those
beaten paths,
unrappeled
cliffs, gorges,
get god’s view
of the world,
the distant
sketch of sea,
line of land
and ravines
you would like
overcome.

Above, sky
patterned with,
mostly, clouds,
dome your self-
adventures,
morning fogs
planting their
wet kisses
on grass tips.
You find wind
hurrying
without time
to speak with
a brave man,
and he’ll do
remember
your presence,
carry scents
of your brown
sweat-stained shirts,
well-traveled
mud-caked shoes
to hidden
mossed gullies
and gulches,
secretly
brand it with
your true name.