milan

 Dreaming of

A Milanese adventure 

Days spent 

Marveling 

At architecture 

Perusing

The best fashion

And eating

My weight

In pasta

And gelato

Truth

 Thinking on 

Good and noble 

Pursuits

To anchor me

In the present

And not 

Let my anxiety 

Run wild

I’m on

The spin cycle

With no end

In sight 

My rational state

Has been obliterated 

weak

 Rid me

Of my need

My desire

My wants

Borne of 

Of fear

When will

It end

My scared soul

Is my faith

So weak

That mustard seed

Seems insurmountable 

But with 

Your love

Restore me

To the joy

Only You

Provide

Love yourself and one another

Apple

 Carrots

And apples

For my equine 

Friend

Who just

Gave me

A ride 

Worthy

Of a thoroughbred 

Gave me 

An adrenaline rush

An endorphin kick

To rival 

Any workout

Now

He’s back

In his stall

Getting a cool down

And kisses

For God’s creatures

Can provide

The best therapy

For my rattled worldview 

A simple Saturday morning 

Spent with creation

Reviving a heart

That needed

Sweet surrender

And a hope

That isn’t measured

In treasures 

That rust

And rot

Over time

run

 Lead me

Where 

You want

Me to be

Water me

With love

And never

Leave me

Even when

I try 

Flee

Flight risk

I am

Even if

I come

Running back

chocolate chip cookie

 Letting the 

Sweet sun

Give me 

The biggest hug

As I ate

The most

Decadent 

Chocolate chip cookie

Is the meaning

Of a enjoying

A moment

You never

Would have 

Savored before

But now

The melted goodness

Makes life

A palatable pleasure

The one thing

 You allow me

To reap goodness

As I sit here

Upon grateful tears

You’re asking 

For a trust

I’ve never given

Didn’t know

If I had it

Surrender 

Turns out

It is available 

If I relinquish 

The one thing

I’ve wanted

But never had

Control