What is it that draws me to Your presence?
The adventure? The thrill? The solitude?
Is it the beauty of things wild?
Or is it the yearning for things that were, but no longer are?
What is it that calls to me in my dreams?
At work, school, home.
Is it the peace? The quiet? The freedom?
The endless possibilities that somehow comfort me?
Or could it be the frustration? The failure? The ineptitude so readily seen in myself?
How can I justify the time I spend with you,
When I could be working, cleaning, slaving, dying?
Burdened with grief, gas prices, and want of more.
More money, more toys, more time, more happiness.
But you are happiness. A piece of it anyway.
Why am I at home in your frigid waters?
I hate cold.
Yet, I long to be knee-deep in it; to cast into it; and to reap from it.
Spring, summer, fall and winter, I come to you.
Because you are steady. You are consistent.
Occasionally I bring things with me.
Regret, remorse, trouble and pain.
And somehow you take them from me,
Without me realizing it, until later.
For this I am in debt.
Could I live without you? Yes.
Would I be happy without you?
I suppose I could be.
But I’ll never know.
DCC
05/05/2010
2 comments:
love the imagery here.
i too long to be knee deep in my passions, all the while hating the "cold." we are blessed dear boy. xox
love this. I can see now why one would feel compelled to stand in an icy river in the winter time. Before it made no sense to me. :)
And the last line is my favorite.
And the photos are gorgeous.
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