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,
content,
or in dismay?
I am any,
I am all,
living with this
memory and
forgetting
what brought
me to this place
of blessing,
and of curse,
where time is
leaving me behind
and I am running,
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.
4/4/2020