no matter if my spirit
wanders with a desire
for independence
to be free
like the eagle
soaring about
the mountain top
becoming the master
of the wind ~
in spite of my spirit
not having this need
a yearning
to be coddled
as if some baby
birthed unexpectedly
from the comfort
of a mother’s womb
suddenly sensing
abandonment‘s
bare insecurity ~
regardless if my spirit
fills my body
to the brim
sort of like water
within the glass
waiting to sustain
a thirst from exploits
of which
through sheer will
has hopefully given
more to others
than what was
taken to quench
personal cravings ~
just because
just because my spirit
stirs in such
a manner
not so unlike
the explorer
seeking to uncover
to discover
the hidden
mysteries of Nature
not for the fortune
or the fame
rather for
the advancement
the future
betterment of all
doesn’t mean
I have not a wanting
to be the giver
or the receiver of love ~
just because
just because of my spirit
I have yet
to really know
to discover
“the love”
that one
like the round hole
as the augmenter
for the square peg
that not only
receives my love
but a love
that is interested in
the loving of my spirit ~
just because
peace out
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~