Here we are,
or
here I am–
Someplace else. . .
just like that pithy little,
cheeky phrase,
which says that is
just where you get,
when you fall short
of knowing
where you’re going. . .
Someplace else
than that desired
but unknown
place,
you know. . .
OK. . .
too much to grok. . .
too much to do,
I notice
that the time is high
that, for each of those,
to-do line items
I embark to ask a simple
“Why?”
Why do I that?
Or why would I,
will I do?
Why have I done
what I have done?
And what,
as some kind of
consequential benefit
has for me,
in fact,
come through?
I hope the answers come,
in some or other kind of time,
perhaps not quick,
though that could help
pick up the pace a bit,
but I am hoping,
not too slow,
for I am likely closer to
being done
than I am
to my initial get-go.
And when I go,
I’d like to feel
deep in my heart,
that there was a “Why?”
by which I came and lived
and which feels right,
because I’ll know
in some way large or small
I succeeded not
only to give
my thing
a good old college try,
but also
to leave the world a better place,
for standing up
to play my part.
The Danforth Anchor 