My next journey

My trip is over. I am deciding  "what next". I am both a changed woman and the essentially the same woman. I am moving back toward a private life with no more blog postings, however,  I feel compelled to share one final poem that speaks to me.

 

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It was just one task to recover the taken-for-granted.
There were others.  Such as: simply recover.

 

And then?  And then consider
there's no time off for good behavior,

 

that the city was a carnival of incandescent streets
but also a dim labyrinth, that the beloved bridge

 

connecting two wonders of solid ground
provided as well a jumping-off point

 

for those who had lost heart.
That some roads, no matter how far

 

they take you, will double back.
And then? And then consult the window

 

for weather.  Put on some clothes
and good intentions.  Begin again.

 

~ Thomas Centolella ~