(Day 27 prompt- direction. Lines incorporated from Where the River Flows)
Do you find it strange as we move forward
we think about what we left behind?
The time… place…moments…memories
the quietness of mind
The road imprints on land -while travelers anticipate
what might lie ahead
Trees stretching their arms, trying to burst clouds
bouncing and bubbling overhead
The grey bearded sky snoring in thunders
Mountains covered in green blankets
Stream echoing through the woods
Rain tinkling its pearly anklets “Fearless and feral the river flows; crossing forests, meadows and towns alike. Crashing against the shore or dyke towards the journey’s end it chose.”
Savouring the quietness
with a steaming cup of tea
We set out again – the road awaits
and so does a new journey.
Exiled from the womb of mother,
the newborn baby cries of grief.
Maybe a son or maybe a daughter;
like springtime’s tiny new leaf.
No placenta covering protectively.
No familiar rhythm of heartbeats.
The baby calms down instinctively,
in the arms that lovingly greets.
A whole new world awaits now
Everything is totally different.
Learning to do what and how
Taking one step at a moment.
That is how we evolve,
from infancy to old age.
Our destiny is to solve
the complexities of every stage.
We don’t value what is free
Like the air that we breathe
The rain, snow, mist or heat
The blessings of parents or elders
Tagging along with brother on errands
The company of unusual friends
The unconditional love of pets
The trust of a little child
This world is mad and wild
But we do envy what we haven’t got
Run after things beyond our reach
Oh well… everyone loves to preach!
This balance of the perfect mismatch
Makes us what we are
We are free-willed humans…so far!