On the path I’ve already travelled
I remind myself
Look forward
Or risk running aground
I remind myself
Look forward
Or risk running aground
Exquisite beauty
But I prefer the mystery
I came here
Enthralled
Thirty-five years ago
Wide-eyed country boy
Glass and steel
In perfect lines
Rose above
The waters tread by commerce
Up the hill
And through the woods
Round corners
Through the trees
Over roots and rocks
Myself
Left so much behind
In faded memories
Lost to time
Distraction
And repression
In repose
I reflect
On the day that has been
On the day to come
Until
Like the birds
I respect the silence
Let my mind go still
I am reminded
Of the day’s catches and false-starts
The day which would have never left my bed
But for a promise to a friend
But often the most revealing view
Is when the light of the inner world
Reflects right back to me