I’m Not Lost…

I’m Not Lost

I simply chose a
different way—
(The way the others went is not
wrong nor is the path I chose).

This ‘trail’ was right
for me…

The succulent green grasses,
the sky from this mountain top
a shade of blue I
cannot explain…

The clouds knit themselves into
my wool and when I sing a
lofty bellow into the air~~~

the wind scoops it from the tip
of my tongue and an echo plays
itself on and on.

I cannot see the other 99 from here,
but trust…

I’m not lost.
I’m not alone
and I AM far from the need
to be found.