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
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