Sunday, April 1, 2012

finding my place

it's unimaginable
that i should find my place
again and again
and somehow
only begin to know that place
so well
and so thoroughly
after leaving it
and seeing it
in relief against the background
of all the possibilities
that were pushed aside
in my haste to arrive
and my reluctance to leave


The Weaver of Grass said...

This reminds me a little of Robert Frost and the roads less travelled Steven.

Valerianna said...

It IS unimaginable, isn't it?

steven said...

valerianna - it's the strangest feature to me . . and goes along with joni mitchell's words "you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone" . . . that i find myself treasuring what is . . . and then valuing it after i look around at what isn't . . . steven

steven said...

ahhh weaver - there's a comparison that i'd have to work a lot harder to earn!! steven

Pauline said...

those last two lines sum up our existence, don't they?

steven said...

pauline . . . it's a descriptor of so much of my experiencing of this incredible place!!!!! steven

erin said...

the leaf almost looks like an insect.

we garner definition by comparison, i suppose. why don't we learn to not always journey toward definition? why do we always engage in haste?