Dusk Thoughts

April 20, 2012

I’m on a walk tonight

Trying to satisfy the stirring restlessness

In me.

It’s not helping,

Cause everything reminds me of

Home.

The drifting, cool air

Breathing on my feet,

And the California sun

Disappears to the next horizon

Leaving me in

Dusk.

Dust

On the lilac leaves

And their pure purple scent

Sweeter than anything I could capture.

The happy screams

Of the little

sun-kissed

Pigtailed girl

Running free

With her brothers in tow.

The lulling sound of train on tracks.

Always going the same direction.

The white rose

Being kissed by the rosy light

Leaving for the night.

The heavy

Green

Air

 of newly mowed lawn.

I remember hide and seek,

Barefeet,

And the call to come in.

What could I give to hear that call

One more time.

The call to come  home.

To go to bed,

Safe and sound

Under the careful love

And tender tones

Of her voice.

I’m torn.

Open.

Needing.

Wondering.

So this walk didn’t help.

But I can watch the reaching arms

Of the orange trees

Give a friendly goodbye to the day’s last night.

And say goodnight

To the moon that isn’t out tonight.

And Pray

From my heart

To His.

Asking Him to give her a hug.

I’ll be home soon enough

To do it myself.

After my long allotted years are lived and loved,

And the stops along the way have left their

Marks and misses. 

That's the next time I'll hear

that call to come in. 

and it will be so sweet and welcome.