Hobo's Poems

How can I be of service to Jessica? I do the love. lovework lovelife lovemoments loveride lovemovement lovelaughter lovecalls lovenotes lovewalks lovezooms

I was looking with her. I climbed out on the rocks, too. I had no idea what before her/me. Boulders behind, above, smooth followed by choppy waters. I want to tell her, myself, be careful. You are loved. You are safe. You will soar. The little girl already knows about goodbyes. Recognizes when she leaves her former self. She is a protector. She is protected by God. She is not afraid to climb and go further. Fly far away. She is changing every day. We cannot grasp this version of ourselves  and know it the same tomorrow. Scratch out, topple down, disappear, fall into the water down, down, our bodies, physical, our personalities, soul, sleek scared, brave, courage, cared for.  What happened to the girl in the New Mexico mountains? I never spoke to her. She never knew I saw her. Hmmm, did she see me? I could have reached out to give her my hand. She did not seem to need it. Is she on a cliff somewhere now looking out as I am observing myself at sea at 43? Now I am 46 in Forest Hi...