I Wonder
Oct 11, 2021
I wonder now over the path
I made from out our back door,
stepping always down
from our closed space onto
our neighbor’s dirt pounded yard
that led onto the next
naked yard, also free of obstacles,
to slowly take me into a world
as naked and open, as I was then,
a wanderer stepping casually
onto life’s open orbit,
where I would slowly come to stake my claim
gradually, until I had assembled all the parts
that adhered to my growing spirit,
once invisible to me,
when I knew only my body,
its language slowly understood
while my spirit, withheld, remained
as mysterious as the sun,
during all my golden days
and clouded nights, while I rose from
that platter, that earth,
that was only the beginning
of the life of the spirit
that I alone had the right to command.
