I look in the mirror and see everything but me
envious of those that move so free
watching them dance in glorious dawns
I step outside and feel little warmth
around me swirls the storm
standing in the eye, but not feeling the calm
I fumble for the compass
staring at knots in uncharted courses
with eyes pressed, I’m stuck in neutral idling roughly
I open my eyes and clouded views linger
seeking a path clear and forward
needing to shed useless weight
looking for guidance I turn to the last page
the story untold
uncertain of the final destination
living the journey demands attention
I believe in reasons for these trials
realizing that tomorrow has already arrived
and it’s leaving with this evening’s moon

Cumberland, RI
Photo: i. Perlman