35 In Retrospect

Tangled tendrils Of my life… Convoluted M.C. Escher stairways That led nowhere Slow motion replays Sodden dreams Time ticking, sliding But to grasp on And truly live With childlike abandon Memories of grandeur So potent I can still Taste them Their sweet juices still linger At the corner of my lips Daunting images of Starting over So self-imposed and Ridiculous, but real And relentless Break away Grasp for hope And cling to buoyant branches Amidst the churning current That wants to indulge its Voracious appetite Breathe deeply And lunge toward the shore It is new territory, earthy and unfamiliar Yet solid, and good For rebuilding New memories