Where have I been?

I haven't been doing much this week, it seems, except working and thinking about leaving. My atlas waits on the floor near my desk; I reach for it almost every evening.

I've been getting in touch with a lot of old (and new) friends, which is great. My e-mail inbox is consistently full. And the time keeps on flying by.

...

We meet here at this strange angle,
in the cross hairs of circumstance.
Simply living and leaving, we are, and meaning, all the while,
to reconcile what we know with who we've become.

...

I wonder:
• Am I guiding my own life or is God guiding me? I'm the one who must act and decide, but whose impetus is behind it all?
• Do all decisions seem right only after they're made?
• Am I the only one whose decisions all seem to turn out well?

...

Perhaps I have too many friends. Can I end on this,
call this the end? Our friendship is not a thing
any more than my hands are things, my feet, my dreams.

I'm grouchy today, too outward, too forward-looking.
I want to leave here with everything finished, loose ends tied,
nothing unraveled. Messy knots or scattered thoughts? I think I must choose

perplexity.

Lately I sleep on my side, my extra pillow
along my back, thinking
it could be a person. But I'm glad it's not a person.

Comments

[Raven]

I just happened to wonder in, but I wanted to say that I love your style, it's so easy and free-flowing. It definitely captured my imagination. I might have to experiment with opening up a bit and seeing what works. Thank you very much for sharing.