I find myself.
Here on these pages
Of virtual whiteness.
Making marks again.
It's been a slow trickle,
For some reason.
I have found other places for now,
To deposit my explorations in written form.
These meanders through a sea of emotion and impression.
Today I happened upon this page,
Again.
Finding myself
Reminded.
These are strange days,
A life is a
Work in progress,
Always so full
Of surprises.
I learn to roll with them.
Allow them to take me to the next
bend in the road.
To peer into
This inscrutable future.
I know that's the way
It's meant to be.
The not knowing is the point.
So why not be happy
In the meantime.
No harm in that.
I consider now this juncture,
This crux move,
There is possibility here.
Rolling forward
Like a trust fall off a high platform.
Knowing that there is no harm in trying.
No harm in falling into arms outstretched.
Throwing our names into
A million hats
Perhaps is better than throwing them
Into nothing at all.
I entertain the possibility of departure,
But don't get too far ahead of myself.
Just lingering here
In this place of potential movement.
It is a lesson
In not waiting,
But being infinitely patient
With the mystery of the what's next.
