Crossing over,
  I thought it’d be different

Crossing over,
  I thought things would change

Crossing over,
  I thought I’d be better

Crossing over,
  I fought through the rain

Now looking back,
  I see demurely

Now looking back,
  I see through the fog

Now looking back,
  I see more clearly

Now looking back
  —through life’s epilogue

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)