Typewriter Series #2611 by Tyler Knott GregsonIt’s not...

Typewriter Series #2611 by Tyler Knott Gregson

It’s not excuses I’m making but truths,
what do you say when you feel drawn
to some other place, when inspiration
calls from there but you can’t answer,
when you’re stuck and frozen in place
and you just need something alive to
hold on to, to wrap yourself in, a piece
of green to replace the brown that’s
become such commonplace?  What
should I say then, what words will do
justice to it and let you know how I am
aching and longing and wishing for it?

It’s been an eternity (or at least a few
decades) spent here in this desert,
this piece of land that lives with two
seasons, one of freeze and one of
smoke, and I am desperate for the
scent of life in forest, on hillside, in
rainfall strong with sea and tide.  

It’ll come one day, and it’ll mean more
when it does, when all this waiting
adds up to relief.  We’ll be there,
hand in hand as silhouettes against
the blue hour and fog.  We’ll be there
and our hearts will beat slow and
steady and our breath will finally
return.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-