Where Next
Much is finished much is yet to begin
The mountain road so lost in fog
Soaked with rain lit by lightning
Became calm in the sunlight as we
Climbed upward to a vista from which
Nothing was clear except distance
A short-lived butterfly its wings spanned
With gold and black patterns stopped
To sip nectar on its path from Far North
To Mexico and beyond how could it go
Such distance in its short life How could I
Go from this mountain trail to another
Continent crossing more oceans
Going not knowing my identity
Seeking contact with others who
Give me a fuller sense of humanity
Because ever the empath I absorb distance
Making myself dissolve in an embrace
What Reason tells me lies before
Is seldom so as on each alien shore
Letting go of expectation yields a new face
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