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
This reminds me a little of Robert Frost and the roads less travelled Steven.
ReplyDeleteIt IS unimaginable, isn't it?
ReplyDeletevalerianna - 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
ReplyDeleteahhh weaver - there's a comparison that i'd have to work a lot harder to earn!! steven
ReplyDeletethose last two lines sum up our existence, don't they?
ReplyDeletepauline . . . it's a descriptor of so much of my experiencing of this incredible place!!!!! steven
ReplyDeletethe leaf almost looks like an insect.
ReplyDeletewe garner definition by comparison, i suppose. why don't we learn to not always journey toward definition? why do we always engage in haste?
xo
erin