Wanderer
I've been asking
questions
all my life.
'Been wandering
since I was a kid.
I've climbed the
highest
mountains I could find.
Rode fast and low
on the straightest
desert roads
all alone moving one
hundred miles
in an hours time.
Read the words of great
souls
deep into many nights.
Talked to people
crazier
than peach orchard
squirrels.
Talked to people common
as dirt.
Talked long, watching
the sunrise
scores of times, with
someone
as rare as a winged
forest cat.
Talked to the wisest of
men.
Crashed and been burned
more than once
only to stand again.
I've learned
and I've learned some
more
until I knew
next to nothing again.
Rest easy traveler.
All roads lead to where
you want to be
when you're not sure
where you are going
and only remember
where you've been.
All you gotta know
is how to love
like you did
when you were five.
All you gotta be
is satisfied.
All you gotta do
is look at the world
through the eyes
of the child
you have always been.
Dewey Dirks
Clear Water River
Don't be fooled,
time is not the
tick-tocking of a clock,
but rather the empty
spaces in-between.
It doesn't wander its
path
with precision cut,
sharp-edged marching
steps,
nor does it only move
slowly when you
are impatient and
quickly when you
are enjoying yourself.
Reach deep inside
and touch time with
your soul
where it meanders
naturally
as the now-quick,
now-slow
clear water river
through
which we all swim.
There, it will move
very
fast to help you
over steep, rocky
mountain sides
and through rough
patches in the road.
There, it will slow
way, way down,
edging along drawn out
long,
smooth and very quiet
to let you savor the
moments
spent all alone at the
kitchen table
or with your lover and
best friend.
Find these and you'll
remember time
as you knew it
when you were a child.
Like so many truths, my
friend,
time is relative and
moves
to the colored rhythm
of your soul.
Dewey Dirks
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