|Taos, New Mexico|
"I want to be free," he says.
He wants to roam in places unseen,
to mingle with beings unknown,
experience the joy of beauty unimagined.
He dreams, like a child
yearning for adulthood,
thinking that grown ups can do anything
untethered by rules
that make them waste time
by following the commands of others.
"Me, I love where I am," she says.
She doesn't mind routine, or fences
of perceived stability,
repeated behaviors that don't risk shaking
comfort of family, friends and all that's familiar.
She dreams of tranquility, or is it immobility?
Like an elder resisting movement,
of arthritic limbs, in stillness constricting
flowing only towards stagnation,
predictable peaceful ending.
No choice is wrong, they know.
Without conflict, relationships
So, though fear may be the core
of their differing stances,
their love is what mediates,
while their trust ensures,
the constant of their union.
(Submitted to DVerse Poets.)
The holidays are keeping me busy. Not too much time to write, so this is all I could come up with today. It's an exaggeration but there's truth to it. It's the theme of many of our conversations lately. Hubby dreams of traveling long term (staying away for months), me I'm content to stay home, though the occasional short trip is nice. No right or wrong, but a compromise is needed.