What it Means to Me

Pulling the strap tightly
the zip is now closed
as everything I need I've
touched lightly
and lovingly placed it inside.

Shoes firmly done up
jeans secure around my hips
no time on me
watch is left behind
along with all the
unnecessary clutter that
attached to me from birth.

Concrete solid grey as
far as the eye can see
will always be
for my footsteps move
on after the other.
Over the shoulder my head turns
one last look of a reality
that once was.

Forward thinking
my mind is ahead
wondering of places going
with a free spirited
soul to guide and protect.

Mystery of life
around each corner
for now in this moment
my head is held high
all I see is sky
and the smell of jasmine
on this summer day.

by Jewels Smith 10.06.09