Looking OutsidePoetry — By M. Morford on October 14, 2012 at 3:00 am
As I look outside my window
At the gently shifting green leaves
Against the coolness of the morning sky
I realize that this
Is the story of my whole life,
This looking out,
This reaching out,
And sometimes, this moving out.
It is as if I am always longing
For what is just out of reach
But I am being held back by…
It doesn’t matter what,
Because even then, on each step
On the open road, I still want to see
What the next turn holds
Where that side road leads,
And I know
That treasure awaits me.
It might be mundane or even unwelcome,
But every corner, every peak,
Even every conversation, holds a promise,
A mystery beyond description,
Never to be captured by word
That is the mystery I seek.
And it is always beyond reach.