This flow of time
Leaves rings behind
There to learn
From rearward reckonings
Patterns of existence
Wrote stories
Rendered in forgotten stone
One small soul sundered
Moments lost
To oblivion
‘Til some sad spelunking
Anguished excavation
For traumas buried
Reveals the source
Of present sufferings
And with such insight gained
Arise small hope
For healing and recovery
Spinning uncontrolled
Dizzy and stumbling about
Giddy as a child
Sometimes
I feel a presence
Out of the corner of my eye
Some one
Some thing
Looking out for me and mine
I turn to look
But it’s never there
But there enough to know
The universe is benevolent
Even if not all its children are
We in our little windows
Of shared wonders
Bathed in common light
While some seek the shadows
To discover glories unknown
Then bring them into the light for all
I stand alone
Solitude in shadow
Cast by arcing stone
Find peace in gentle breeze
Wafting warmth from heated earth
Find beauty in nature’s chiseled landscape
Though the earth accepts my footfalls
Offers bedrock for my foundations
The moving sky
Holds my fascination
Source of dreamy possibility
Low ceiling
Limited visibility
Confined space
Yet beautiful
Serene
Alluring
Water of life
Cuts into stone
Reveals depths
To be plumbed
A hard journey down
A harder journey back
Rewards every step
Even the most painful
Just a trickle
May restore
What once was lost
Love
Hope
Filling pools of possibility
The winding path
Which takes me well beyond
Desired goals
Has served me well
Offered possibility
Once well outside my ken
Comforts challenged
Bound’ries shattered
With every step astray
From oft trod trails
Discover unknown countries
Within myself
A lesser man would I be
Who’d stayed the straight and narrow course
To some place known
When I’d set out
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