Day 8 wrestling in morning break

 Day 8 

Where I most want to be 

hearing the sound of a chicken crow as daylight breaks 

walking around the Coral Sands RV site 

in the presence of a few shanties 

I was immediately displaced back to those mornings in Vietnam 

with only less humidity and before the heat of the day 

as I was drawn to such a time and place

I wondered 

is that where I most want to be 

traveling with unrestrained awe 

limits set by no one 

If I cannot go back 

how do I go forward and reach out of my past 

to make a part of my present? 

The 3/4 glow of the moon lies directly overhead 

the mesa tops of bluff, utah in front 

the sweet chill of early summer breeze whooshes through the trees and 

in between by uncombed hair

the anachronistic computer in which I use to type 

hoping my words will guide me 

because I'm searching for something 

perhaps just the present - enjoyment of the sun rising to my left

shining against the towering rocks that appear erected but is more likely eroded 

no, not quite, my anxious heart stirs 

must i tame it or be led to still waters by it?

toward that place and purpose 

on a journey, on a path 

that clearly is mine to travel