Tralalalala

Missed, distracted, biting,
anything to keep from focused action.
Always getting in my own way.
The things I feel I can’t
are exactly what I need.
Exactly what is going to save me.

I wish we didn’t have to worry about money.
That we could just live life,
peaceably in our own way.
Move with the seasons.
Somewhere warm in the winter.
I like a little snow, but

I need a break.
Why am I so stuck on staying here?
Why do I hold so hard to the notion
that stability means staying put
in the same place for a long,
long time?

Let’s make it shine.
I do see a lot of beauty
and opportunity.
And there’s no reason being stable
means being boring.
The last homely house, that’s here.

Full of music and
healthy, hearty meals.
Movies, books, games.
Storytelling and dreams.
Relaxation, contemplation.
A meditative retreat.

Cozy. Our cocoon.
Shelter for wandering souls.
They may not be lost,
only in need of watering.
And when our wanderlust strikes?
We take off, too.

The mountains and beaches,
surfing and hiking,
the beauty of fresh fruits, smoking trees,
forgetting what I came here to say, and
the road trips as the
highway stretches ahead.

I have been praying and looking,
but have truly not knocked at the door.
What, did I expect my dream job
to land in my lap? Well, yes. Sort of.
That would be nice, actually.
And in a way, it already has…