Page One

Another new beginning –

Or is it?

A journey starts with that first step out the door,

But my other lags behind.

One leg breaks the threshold

While the other’s planted firm

In golden grounds of gone before.


Along before, maybe yet, I’ll see

The visible horizon change

Under my feet;

I’ll race the Sun to glimpse the rain

And all that might lay beyond,

Knowing all the while that as I gain,

And memory fades behind my tread,

I approach the past yet again,

And who knows where my steps’ll end?


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