seeking place

We pile into the car and take the twisty road west to the coast: ocean waves, sandy beach and fresh oysters are waiting for us. Bright and dazzling day following an afternoon and evening at a party learning about new folks - friends? I won't grasp at balance, surely I'll fall with that plan. Better I weave and feel my way through, eyes swinging from this to that touching on wonder and delight. Is this the resting place? I don't think so - it is another way point along the route. I'll learn here though, same as always. Such a story I'm living! Such a tale to tell along the going of it! I'm tired of the next and the next and the next but still game for the doing and the going and the finding the Way.

please

So between here and there I wait for a night-time breeze or half-seen stars to wink at me, words to fill in hints, picture to strengthen memories, promises to be kept, drinks to quench, and plans to move forward with me.

Tell me a story, sing me a song, remind me of a time ago or a someday yet to be.