were there destinies
imagined –
without a plan to make
mountains of forgiveness –
emerald seas
longing put to paper
promise writ to skin –
you are but
the home
I’m sworn to be

were there
distances too great
roads not yet paved –
paths forsaken
truth succumbed to seed
miles between
returning
I’ve destroyed every map
til all I have
to carry me is need

. . .