Ode to wonder

 I am so well versed in loss and rejection

                               that if the sun disappeared, 

                                I'd feel right at home. 

I don't check  Facebook nearly as often as I used to.

 I guess if the world wanted to leave me alone, and never  bother me again, I'd let it go. 

What I have is an old rugged wooden floor. 

And what I have is my compass. 

And what I have is the grand outdoors. 

Maybe somewhere I've never seen before