Savoring the Dusk

Late in the day. The sun slips behind the hills.
The light changes.

You are not ready for night.
It has been a day of beauty, of challenge.

The scars still ache. You still bleed.
You have entered again the cycle of healing,

a path you know well. Its landmarks are comfortable.
and you wish to savor the dusk.

About this poem

I am slowly healing from this last round of medical stuff. What a blessing to have suffered in the past and to understand the healing path, physically and emotionally and spiritually.

When people ask me if I would like to be young again, this is why I say no. Perspective is grace.

Be well. Travel wisely,

Tom