i am listening
where i come from
where i been
only footprints
and memories can tell
and memories fail me
at times
where i am going
God only knows
at least that
is what they tell me
like a leaf in a Spring wind
i am disconnected from life
like a leaf in an Autumn breeze
the Trees that were once my solace
have let me go
to die
that i may serve
i look over my shoulder
at the plundered furrows
of the garden
that once bore luscious greens
and imaginations
and dreams
of past harvests
and fruits
yes, time
suits not the seeker
but it has served me well
i have gathered
collected
inspected
reflected
on more stories
that i can tell
and there are more
in that well
if not
me and my failing memory
will concoct a stew for you
to leave you wide-eyed
with awe
about all the things we saw
along the way
yesterday
and tomorrow too
how about you
do you have a story
about where you come from ?
please tell me . . .
i am listening
(c) 6 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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