Taking a Moment for Me

May 3, 2003

The haste with which I ran towards my future
was one of wind and sounds made loud.
I jumped and pushed and ran flat out
with the fury of my wanting and needing
any kind of future at all.
I brushed the edges of dreams
but never actually dreamt what was coming.
I crept up to an intimate wilderness of life -
a jungle eternal of such confusing scenery -
where I did not know light from night.
I broke through dense fogs and stinging branches
into a very inviting field of sun and full bloom.
This heaven had its hidden thorns and brambles.
There are nights and storms here, too.
I obeyed an instinct to settle.
I listened to the polite, sneaky voice of contentment.
From the dust I made, a carpet of dirt settled.
I am now just a little dizzy,
just a little tired,
and more than a little restive at times.
I'm at the vertex, the very crest,
hoping for a plateau
of the next, placid decade.
I hold close to me the idea
that there is even more for me now.
I've slowed my gate to a near stop.
I stole too much time in the training
of getting well and getting a firm hold.
I take in the study of a new schedule.
I lap at the routine as a cat
laps at cream given only on occasion.
This is the occasion for exploitation
of the sublime memories that feed
this need in me for experience.
I drift off to worlds I have known.
I come back and appreciate more
the celebration of Me.