time’s motion
irresistible
spring
Two days until my job ends and I begin the next chapter of my life. Mixes sadness and excitement into a strange cocktail.
Computer Whisperer
What’s my path forward?
Unpredictable, of course
My inner voice knows
The right way.
Now, to silence the noise
And listen to the birds
At dawn
Dawn’s not yet here
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Away through the woods
I wonder about these tracks
Are they neglected?
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I move with the wind
Upon these steel wheels
Over asphalt night
I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young teen, I watched my mother consumed with cancer. Motion soothed my tortured soul.