Horizons

The horizon calls out

My itchy feet desire adventure

Lacking machete and jungle

Not handful of bread crumbs

My inclination for new path waits

Old ways overgrown by baggage

Thickets of others clog their views

Tangles of doubt choke out daylight

No weather vane to show direction

But the horizon is clear

New memories clammer with secrets

Shiny eyes glow in the dawn

Birds sing tunes like hymns

Rainbows lead the way

Past creeks of milk and honey

My itchy feet await the journey