If I look back at what I’ve done,

look back on what has come,

along my jagged way 

to where I am,

am I happy,

am I sad,


or in dismay?


I am any,

I am all,

living with this

memory and 


what brought 

me to this place 

of blessing, 

and of curse,

where time is

leaving me behind 

and I am running,


to keep up.


I have been pushed

and fallen down,

taken this way 

taken that;

flown like a leaf

to this place

under my tree where

I am home and away—

a traveller who knows

that all will end

and there has been

just moments,

no journey to defend.