Between Seasons
Here I am
Wondering, the way that I do,
About how to get THERE
From HERE.
When I was very young,
I'd scout out my options,
Backtracking my way,
Testing my boundries.
Swapping curiosity for indifference,
I'd blunder along,
Calling failure an adventure,
Triumphantly lost.
Then came the tentative years,
With slow thoughtful progress,
Measuring my dignity on skeptical scales,
Polling the public opinion.
But now I can't see,
The forest for the trees,
Because each one is so much more beautiful
Than the last.