127. What It’s Like (Myshkin, 2021) · couplets

The open road! The unexpected smells, Cold morning air, the newness it foretells, The pine and oak and redwood, nodding yes, The “when to leave or linger” game of chess. The troubadour’s delight when song and verse Are gifted by this kindly Universe A canyon wren next to your hot spring pool, All lessons never taught to you in school. It’s more than #vanlife, or collecting parks— It’s living fully, saying yes to sparks. It’s improvising with guitar and drums, And also thanking trouble when it comes. You trade your home, stability and ease For freedom’s wayward ways and subtle tease, Empty your calendar and be alone, Or reap new friendship from the seeds you’ve sown. There is no why, beyond adventure’s call. You’ve missed the mist below the waterfall! The mountain stream is whispering your song. Come! Be a nomad. Finally belong.