Wonderstop
Let’s stay here.
At this intimately familiar bend in the trail.
Beneath these trees we know by name.
We are not compelled to move.
There is no war or fire or calamity or threat that coerces us to flee.
There is not a clock or timer that will sound an alarm if we linger here.
Let’s hold this now.
Treasure its very essence, bury our noses within and inhale deeply.
Savor the scent and the warm and cold, the rough and smooth, dark and light of it all.
Locked onto one another’s gaze.
Touching.
Let’s stay here.
-Chuy
