Arid

There’ll be none arid air I’ll let affect me

No multitasked error

I’ll allow to occlude the big sky´┐╝ destination I am

No other option exceeds the sugar sweet horizon brushing softly ‘gainst these shoulders

Sing what song of loyalty you will, for I watch your walk

These ears know perfect pitch

These feet know fertile ground

Good Way

I am an appointment
Admittedly one for which you and I
Know not the time or the place
You will show, dear one
On time

On purpose, I am
Not a side-trip or just-passing-through
The destination you charted and planned
You will know my name
With time

The neighborhood, am I!
The where you grew up and longingly miss
The haunt of where you’ve not yet lived
You will call me Home
In time