When you’re ready, they will be here,
waiting by your bedside, dear.
Or on the kitchen counter, perhaps laying on the couch,
waiting to share some stories you know nothing about.
They’ll be here when excited youth,
drops you into seasoned couth,
and picks for you some new songs, ones with pointed lyrics,
singing beyond the scope of limited empirics.
Or now, there’s no need to exchange
one life for something strange,
Just choose the chords you wish to hear, to play a nuanced tune,
going someplace deeper, somewhere wonderful and new.
But, if you don’t wish to acclaim,
they will be here all the same.
And what comfort to know when fixes die, and lights go out,
there remains an older power that nothing can rout.
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Poems From the Mountains
On Wednesday this week I climbed Mount Paugus, and while it wasn’t my favorite mountain, what’s always so beautiful to me is that no matter the trail, and no matter the mountain, I find inspiration for stories or poems. That turns every hiking experience into a good one.