Bliss

Maybe life is like exploring a new place
 the museums
 the shops
 the cafes
 the restaurants
 he bars
 the parks
 the mountains
 the beaches
 the attractions
 the clubs
 the spas
 the wineries
 the alleys
 the busy streets
 the tourist traps
 the obscure local dives
 the photo ops
 the accidental finds
 the fancy
 the mundane
 the well-trodden path
 the rough terrain
 the sweet
 the sour
 and the like
 the trending
 the forgotten
 the bizarre
 up
 down
 left
 and right
 the sunset
 and the morning light
 so much to see 
 and smell 
 and taste
 to take in
 to experience
 to revel in
 to grace.
 and then

 …

 your face.
 a memory of long ago
 it has always been you
 I’ve longed to
 explore.
 in
 out
 and all the way 
through.
 new vistas
 new landscapes 
 a sacred vision
 come true.

this
is
bliss.