Ode to Being

intimate.

I, no longer of duty.
Walk with me
into the forest
and be
Walk with me
down the crooked lane
and be
Walk with me
by the seaside
and be
Walk with me
along the mountain ridge 
and be
Walk with me
through columned history 
and be
Walk with me
among birdsong and strings
and be
Walk with me
through galleries
and galaxies afar
and be
Walk with me
to the beginning 
and be
Walk with me
without words 
and be
Lie down with me
let go
and be
I, no longer of duty
need you
to walk and be
with me
by the brook
flowing free. 


Ode to Being Intimate
Deborah T. Hewitt