Oh, July.

Suddenly,

I want something beautiful.

It’s not enough to take the day by storm,
Or end it knowing I have spent my waking moments
Doing everything I can to save the best dregs from this cup for last;
To keep the course of true love running smooth;
To keep loud opinions tempered and
The slow but frenzied buzz of politics at bay, where it belongs.

Give me the world instead.
I am in need of one good book, a flashlight, and a pair of shoes
That were not made for heavy lifting.

Give me the road.
Less traveled or no,
I’ll take it,
Even if—especially—
It only brings me home.