This restless search for beauty and relief

Some days I want to cut

the lower branches of my life

but maybe the motion I want

is not to sever but to crack

an opening

to be a traveler, perhaps

passing the day

in a morning that moves slowly

the way a fleet of birds can split

a sky to reveal the loophole of hope.

Or like a wave — visitor to land

never belonging for long

but tumbling to catch a shore

closer to home.

— Drew Myron

* Title is a borrowed line from a poem in frank: sonnets by Diane Seuss