Compelling

Compelled.

Led by a sweet and mischief making wind.

The bread and butter of my life.

To partner in ideas and watch the stories that unfold. 

Adventure, trying new things and finding out why.

Breeze of bliss in my hair,  

Sun caressing my back.

The smell of the crips fall air.

Sweet apples, crunchy leaves.

White sparkling dust, golden evenings.

A  wooden pegged, linen bearing laundry line.

Kindness, simplicity.

A beauty that cannot be bottled.

The experiences of blowing bubbles with a child.

The wonder of ladybugs, caterpillars, and snails.

Has the world really given up all her secrets by this age? 

Or is there still room to play?

Shucking peas I’ve grown in my garden.

The pleasure of companions for dinner.

The rhythm, feel, and sounds of natural enjoyment.

The fizz of cold cherry bubbled soda.

Some days I wonder where all the good has gone?

I miss looking up at the stars leading me home.

Trading business for acres of fields and dandelion heads

But we are never meant to live in the past.

Compelling still whispers to me here, where I am.

A well that beckons me forward in my weariness

Perhaps I am a boat out in the water, waiting for the wind

Throwing up my sails the moment I sense change in the air.

Compelling me to listen.

Compelling me to rest.

Compelling my joy to bubble up.

Compelling my energy to gather.

Perhaps if I turn the volume down on the other things

And I train my eyes to notice once again,

I will find compelling never really left me?

The invitations have begun to change. 

Perhaps comparison of one moment to the next

Is a bit like pushing something gentle to be bigger 

better than the last?

A thief in broad daylight of the enjoyment of the gift.

Perhaps what is compelling at one age slowly changes shape in the next?

Best friends activities do this same metamorphosis.

Here in the now, yet made naturally future tense,

What do I need my old dear friend?

Compelling.