rooter.

misty winds entrance me.

foggy air and weeping green trees make me heavy...

with joy -

the hills with their scrub oaks daydream me...

and i dream too much....

the self actualization chart says so at least..pffft!!...

future tripping tries to scare me

i like my grey hair...

i once had a dream when i was all of 21-ish

in the corner of a rural room i sat by the soft sunlit window,

head bowed, done up in soft cotton clothes....?

the room was empty and that was all right....

it felt homey.

a rootless rover isn't my style....or has it been ?...

so Christ, please abide me, home me, root me, however, whenever, wherever.....