tanjo.
i open my truck door,
one booted foot hits the gravel.
and then she's there.
standing on the porch,
waiting for me to come.
i pause,
my other boot still in the truck,
her eyes have somthing to tell me.
the steel blue matching the sky.
her smile is big,
and her freckles scattered.
imitating the stars.
my second boot hits the gravel.
her dirty blonde hair,
is piled on the center top of that gorgeous head.
& framed with a cotton bandana.
somehow her glasses are balancing,
amidst the sea of hair.
the plaid shirt & dirty jeans,
speak only of the life,
that tanjo & i live.
the wild,
sweaty,
the screaming for an iced water.
the horses running fast,
roping cows.
that life.
that is tanjo.
it's like she felt trapped,
rubber boots ran.
stumbling over worn ice and thorns.
the branches tore at her tangled hair.
her tears, uncontrolled.
sliding across the patch of ice,
to the comfort of the tiny island.
surrounded by the creek, partly frozen.
partly rushing.
the tree, she sought shelter & laid down.
the puppy licking salty tears from her face.
the blue sky & grey branches protecting.
her tears continue but her heart slows,
no longer trapped.
surroundings comfort her.
she talks to her God,
& drinks in the moment.
& only the moment.
her God provided her with all her needs,
she is rested & happy.
these feelings, emotions, that bring so many tears. but i miss you. so how can i help it. i'm tired of missing you. i want you here. beside me. right now.
& it feels like this is draining me.
but i still have my mind.
& as long as i have my mind i can pray to my God.
so can you ♡
the mountains are still watching, even if the world is hurting, even if you aren't here, they are loyal - ginger
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