diana

On the hunt
On the search for a concept
That i should always have with me

Oh to be so grounded in my own bones
That a canopy of trees could be my roof
That the wheels of a truck could be my foundation
That the blood running through my veins could be my compass and my river to follow to the sea

I long to stop the longing
For home
For someplace that’s not inside my own heart
I want to curl up in that cozy spot
Like a cat in the sunshine, fat and lazy,
Content
Present
Not wishing for any moment but this soft pillow
These warm sun rays
This stillness

So I hunt like Diana.
But eyes closed.
Looking behind my eyes
For a shimmer of light
For a place to rest.