Life is never what you expect, nor especially what you plan.
You can end up in places in which you never began.
Such has been my life, over this past year,
In a new place, with new friends, and in a new career.
The change I did not foresee, nor ever would I have guessed,
Yet the change, out of all possible things, is perhaps the best.
This is a good reminder of my finite perspective,
My best thoughts, on my best day, are at best defective.
And so I am learning that I am not my best guide,
There is another, greater and wiser, in whom I must abide.
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“How much easier would it be if everything were right or wrong?”
I ask this selfishly, hoping risk did not to life belong.
And try as I might, to fit everything into its place,
In reality such simplicity is simply not the case.
Most decisions are not merely a matter of wrong or right,
Slowly am I learning few things are black and white.
Indecision is a plague, that slowly sickens the soul.
It robs us of our freedom, and blackens the heart like coal.
Its remedy I know not, for I play an unknown role.
But search for it I will, to make my brokenness whole.
I can always say “tomorrow,” but tomorrow is never today.
What is not done now, may forever be delayed.
And so let us live, now as much as ever,
Lest while living we live not, and while living die forever.
Pipes, and fire, underneath the stars,
Smoke, crickets, near and afar.
Cold, darkness, unaware of time,
Sounds, silence, intoxicate like wine.
Friendship, honesty, a shared lack of longing,
Souls, together, impressions of belonging.
The world, distractions, melt away like wax,
Here, finally, a place to relax.
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