Toward the Anxious New

the sandy path i walked hundreds of miles on and the

toll road winding through the mountains i have seen brown

and dusty and green and blossoming and like today grey

and shrouded in sad and low hanging sky.

mourning, perhaps? but still beautiful and

in the rear view mirror i catch a glimpse of myself

impossibly smaller and bidding farewell to the person i am,

driving headfirst and away from the comforts of

familiarity and toward the anxious new