Though my eyes resume looking outside of me,
I see images in floating space,
In my lids or where I look,
Which mentally recreate images and scenes
Of achievement, accomplishment,
With people who have since become more distant
Or who seem farther from social and spiritual reach,
And those times and places where I picked up
A new idea or skill.
As long as I know I left trail marks
Along the path of my life journey,
I hope I’ll be able to trapeze toward “That happened”
Rather than lust for “Let’s do it again.”
Life moments uniquely occur once,
Which is the challenge that comes with the fragility of memory:
Am I willing to gamble the previous “feel-good” times
For what I still have yet to do and explore
In an unknown tomorrow?