From here.

The ache in my bones

I forget

because we are too busy

playing

And going every way

feeling

the sunlight and sounds

of every step.

Time, trickling by

into the river

and if you sit a while

the quiet is loud.

Forget the din

of the city,

Cross ridges without

looking both ways.

Here, I will dress

lightly,

Letting go of a few things

there and there.

I walk in Love,

this way and that,

to greet the breeze on my cheek,

every color a gift.

If we were made for Longing,

then tell me,

which way is it to

a clear path to run?