Untrammeled, freed, set loose, released, let go –
I wander blameless where no one would know
the things I’ve done, or have not done, or do.
And best of all, they do not know of you.
Arriving here, where not a soul aspires
to circumvent the heat of my desires,
I make my old course in a country new, footloose
and fancy free. (Except I think of you.)
Loosed to create in any shape and size,
the things I’ve lost I find that I reprise
and shackle new found freedom to redo
the whole world that I built and lost with you.
For though my elder self pursues the new,
inside is my old younger self, and you.
©Bill Salter, 2016
Bill Salter “was born by the river in a little tent Oh and just like the river I’ve been running ev’r since It’s been a long time, a long time coming But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will…” [Sam Cooke]