I have to go

when my love
for the wondrous world grows dull
and the world stops stopping
at the sill of my senses

my wild naked knowing
that where I find myself
is a place I’ve outgrown

it knows
my pool has become safe
and stagnant
and whatever it is in this blood
that drives me upstream
will not take no for an answer:

I have to go

. . .

I will gasp in a new atmosphere
I will feed on unfamiliar fodder
I will ignore the old mating calls

. . .

what’s clear is this:  on the far side
of comfort, habitude and certainty
creativity flourishes
and creativity is life’s unknowable agenda