The Walnut Tree

I sat in the dark underneath an old walnut tree
The leaves rustled
I held my breath confirming
that was the only sound

I wanted nothing, no human, no critter to encrough
upon my space
The air was heavy haunted by an expectation
that even I could not bear

I would not admit, wanting someone or something to
reach out and take me to a place where my conscious
mind would be at peace
A time to inventory my restless spirit
feed my courage
and renew my thirst for tomorrows dreams

Every sound in the night was magnified, my every
uncertain thought accented by the moon
Every star a goosebump, alone am I
Alone we are
Everywhere we have been
Everywhere we go
Everywhere we are
Still we look for a place to be
I have found the walnut tree


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