Not that it makes
much difference any longer,
how circumstance played into all
we'd imagined, how it slipped the moments
without even whispering, how it (so deftly) thrust
something further along in time that dissembled
those parts of us neatly inclined…
.
But I was willing,
without questioning, to
journey beyond forbiddance,
treading lightly the tenuous surface of
open-heartedness; to go where inspirations led;
to satisfy all curiosities with no regrets or self-reproach
.
So we embarked, (together),
in all hopefulness of succeeding.
With no apprehensions or inhibitions,
seeking out new aspects and facets in the
whirls of living’s finely-spun web…
.
Stretching eager arms wide,
to all aroused within us, we both
shunned the controlling aspects that seemed to
accompany our fears (always) to allow the marrow of
our quest its inscription upon a free parchment of prospects-
.
But as it turned out,
despite what we undertook, and,
after being torn from our confluence by a
force greater than fragile inspiration could endure;
our one path (together) became two alone…
.
Now, in silent contemplations (only) do the
unfeigned memories of misguided efforts continue.
And as each day
fades into slumbers, I
recall (at times) with curiosity,
the hardy disposition we both embraced in
our attempts to avoid pitfalls, as we traversed all
creative bounds (self-imposed or otherwise) with a kind
of wild abandon that, in my mind, will always remain sterling …
.
richard lloyd cederberg
2/17

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