Leftovers

We are putting on the miles
Flying over Alps
Across oceans
Lofting over air pockets
Going white knuckled here and there
Staying in-doors when the temps
Get too hot
Wandering down alleys of ancient cities
Listening to thunder storms rumble in the mountains

A year ago I thought that it all had
Been taken away
But here I am
Here we are
Again on some adventure
Sitting in cafes
Or on the beach
Or in a forest
Climbing roads to castles
Or highways to health clinics
Drinking wheatgrass and trying to eat RAW
Walking faster than ever
Riding harder than before
Leaving gleanings for the G-ds
Morsels
Leftovers