Anchored In A Desert Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spreading wings of intellect, ready to fly into orbit
or anywhere else, finding new environments and
atmospheres to abide in for moments in measured time.

Sensing an interior desire to move forward, letting go
of all the misery, soaring with the planets or sliding
down the milky way for a while, everything becoming a playground for times of innate pleasure.

Wanting to be and feel this free, hoping to never become
an invalid in mind or body, instilling in myself, a vast repertoire of liberty and sane intellectual abilities
forever, or as long as living on earth.

Special thoughts keeping me anchored in a desert of
delicate balances, and a lot of ideas to take beyond
their circumferences, finding many adventuresome
chemical discoveries of the mind and soul.