Thursday, December 20, 2007
Looking back mid-journey
In anticipation of tomorrow's very special anniversary (stay tuned), I've written the following new poem.
Whenever you reach the midpoint of a journey, it's good to take a moment's pause and reflect. Looking back, you may realize you've meandered off the chosen path, but there's still time for a course correction.
I know that I often live up to the stereotype of a man reluctant to ask directions, but I'm doing my best to change that.
Feel free to map things out for me when I go astray.
At midpoint journeys paused
By Francis Scudellari
At midpoint journeys paused, pondered
Outward roads radiating, spun
Dizzy with destined choices, made
Unsure, unbalanced, reluctant
To stop, self-centered missed steps posed,
Halted remorse wanting to run
All directions, at once, up-down
Disorient, past-visions blur
In momentary forgetting,
Lose untracked paths original,
Sins cast off, memories shred, gilt
Edged possibility rebirth
A way randomly picked, still hope,
Time, tried decisions undo, trails
Again retrace, lines draw forward
To points new, endings yet unknown