Adept

I have become adept
at waiting.
Patient with the vagueness.
The fog.
The slippery grey hues and uncertainties.
Not knowing
which path leads where,
or even if there is a path at all.

There are no destinations.
Simply blind journeys, guided by sound,
or instinct, or a willingness to be
without going.
The fog will lift they say,
but that has not always been my experience.

About this poems

There is so much in my life that is out of my control. So much I will never really know.
Ten or fifteen years ago that would have driven me to distraction. But times change and so do we. I won’t say I love uncertainty, but I am more adept at navigating it. That counts for something.

The photograph was taken behind my house,

Tom