Poems

Now

I stop, turn, look back,
Searching for meaning.
But the trail is gone
Like footprints into the sand.

I look forward.
I see many paths, many joys, many hindrances.
Questions arise, doubts surface
And emotions are stirred.

Then I turn to this moment.
Warmth of sun,
Gentle wind,
Space.

This is my sanctuary.
I am.
Free.
Alive.

This was written some time in the last two or three years, but I'm not sure exactly when.