Familiar Thoughts- Michael Erickson

Go Dog Go Café

Again I find myself wandering,

Upon meandering paths.

Well worn do my feet feel,

Accepting each rut and groove.

Upon thresholds do I tread,

As if passing the doorway of every childhood place.

I am home in ever age of my life,

Feeling a warm breeze upon my face.

It is a wonder to fill my chest till bursting,

And sight among trees willing to listen.

Beneath a welcoming patch of sky,

Do I tent my mind and stretch.

Enjoying each sensation of my body in this place,

My place I claim as a bird to a nest diligently woven.

But a simple mote am I,

Upon a sea of thriving spinning life.

I will wander a bit further more,

And enjoy these peaceful moments.

Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts…

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