Separate Routes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thoughtfully traipsing through centuries of my mind,
evolving into a creature of habit, writing all about
it's beginnings, as it develops slowly and carefully
into the being you see before you now.

Sizing up the world around me, I find and locate
meanings of depth in whatever slaps my brain with
senses from within and without.

Taking notice of particular details, I mesh them all
into circular patterns, fitting them with inner ideas,
waiting for their solemn assistance in their many
endeavors.

Taking care to wend their ways continually into the
coming and final days of eternal outcomes, rising to
every occasion as each one merits it silently and
quickly, ascending separate routes to heaven.