The forest floor is stacked with wet leaves
under a sunless mask glaring through
soaked and falling trees.
But I force myself to look ahead,
rather than down.
Well more than half-way through a human life expectancy,
I fail to see any public summit or pivotal experience
to earmark my life.
A standard, dull obituary.
The trail is washed out from the storm; muddy and jagged.
Turning back now, I see the trail I walked just moments before,
empty of me.
I realize I will never forget life’s disappointments.
Embarrassments. Stunted aspirations, desires, and
I simply and naturally no longer care;
the space in my head has been filled with thoughts that tumble like a stone in a sanding machine,
Never reaching smoothness and resolution.
Today, the trick is just to live, I think.