Time wanders, not aimlessly

A trail that broadens

And at sudden intervals

Narrows inexplicably

As the tunnel walls jut, and nick

Our psyche, forcing doubt

That is but an illusion

In the darkness of a still

Route where light momentarily

Disappears.

The sand, the stone, the pavement

Beneath our feet changes

With each passing step,

Uncertainty

Manifest as the ground alters

With each twist of fate

That none the less

Pulls us closer to final

Destination.

The rivulets of existence

Trickle endlessly around.

Each experience whispered

In the movement of the droplets

Near listening ears

Before falling away

To the earth we’ve traversed

To reach this new point.

Curling into small streams

That roll downhill

Next to our feet,

Reminders of the pain,

The sorrow,

The joy felt from every scratch,

Every smile,

Every moment that has come

And gone.

For here is where it begins,

Rather not the end …

For as eyes rise

From watching our own toes

Trudge through the darkness,

Where every step must be watched

To avoid another fall,

The light emerges again;

And the vast ocean

Of what is to come

Presents the possibilities

To return?

To stroll forward

Simply,

As our past rivers merge

With the ocean of the future

At the mouth of our

Passage.