My eyes adjust
To the fading in and out
Of destinations negated
By too much time
And too many miles between
Connection.

I relinquish my grip on tomorrow,
Ponder in that hushed forest
Of potential,
Remind myself that
All is -
Exactly as it should be.

A new path blazes,
Forms a junction,
Points to another future.

I gather the vestiges,
And set my walking stick to earth,
My steps measured
By a dream made solid
In love.

12/28/2011

Author's Note: still purging...

Posted on 12/29/2011
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