Was A Time

 David Fernandez  NOVICA.COM

Was a time
I was available
always available
Like a country doctor
never beyond house calls
Or the sheriff deputy
sitting in an alley
just waiting for
the speeder

Was a rush
getting the call
middle of the night
Cocaine to the brain
And I a man of the cloth
decrying stimulation
yet high as the kite
needing to be
so needed

Was a day
my heart said
Time to hang it up!
So I traded vestments
for stone`washed denim
Moved onto an island
an unlisted number
Grow dandelions
for the wine

“Whoever wants me now must hunt me down
Like something wild, and wild is anything
Beyond the reach of purpose not its own.” ~ Wendell Berry

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