Rolling Stone

Freeing myself of the moss of months of limited mobility
Eliminating the excess debris collected in the waiting here
Spring brings a longing for the freedom of being out there somewhere, anywhere
Roads beckon, oceans call, forests sing to me, and the mountains wait for me

Once this place called and I came but now it stifles me and I ache to leave
Knowing that a few weeks or months from now that I'll ache to return
So many places yet to see, so many places to return to
I know I must roll on, ride on, walk on, and climb on

It is nearly time to go

--Margaret Westlake
April 4, 2016