The road into the distant sky
seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible,
but this is the start, this is only the beginning,
if I choose to walk.
I return to that road whenever
direction is needed
whenever I need a reminder of the
path at my feet that I choose to forget.
How to bring ourselves to take the first step,
how to find the courage to follow the path?
Have I taken enough wrong turns,
followed enough roads to dead-ends,
spent enough time screaming into the fields,
that this is the path I am finally ready for?
At every turn. Life.
The decisions we have made
the decisions made without us.
The people we have forgotten.
Yet, here we are beneath another sun
on another day with another chance.
To move beyond our mistakes with
the knowledge and experience we have gained.
None of the challenges are greater
than what we see everywhere and what
we carry with us each day – ourself
looking back at us.
And in the evening light
I see the answer to
every question I have been asking
and to every doubt I live with.
Whatever is forward becomes
the present before becoming the past
and with eyes open we absorb
nature in all of its glory.
Days spent watching and
listening to the news.
Anxiety creeps in with
each headline with
each story and tragedy.
Step after step toward the cliff
little time remains to salvage
fragents of humanity
the fractured souls becoming all of us.
I want to express the extreme
sadness that consumes my being
and the futile tears that only
I can see and feel.
Fists clenched the anger
disconnects reason from thought.
What goes through another’s mind?
What is left in their eyes?
I stand on the ridge line
both sides swept into fog.
The path ahead lined with
extended arms and hands
of those who passed before
those who gave this life.
There is only one way.