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?