Floundering Comfortably.

So let me flounder here a while.
It is comfortable here. Safe enough.

Behind me I hear glass cracking in the wind,
falling to the ground, a broken melody,

abandoned enough, but out of sight
from the road. No one can see you from there.

There is a meadow in front of me.
Raggedy grass grows with patches of brown.

I know how this works. If I wait long enough,
flowers grow without me. Beautiful truth

in the colors of love. And perhaps, just perhaps,
a path will energe. And if not? It will be mine to cut.

But not yet. No. Let me sit. Let me wait
and see what weather the wind blows in.

About this poem

Life has its cycles. Change comes. I used to think I had to make it happen. But age has taught me to wait and sooner or later it comes to me; and sooner or later, I will know what to do with it. I am better at waiting than I used to be. Not good, but better.

The picture was taken at an abandoned racetrack near Pownal, Vermont.

Tom