Life Maps
How telling
that which is thought lost
in fold of our numerical map.
Easily forgotten traverses
of forbidden goals
are remembered well
where crevasses squeezed tight
our youthful ventures into terrain
believed clear of obstacle.
So many unmarked paths taken off the worn tracks,
beset by thorny missteps,
odds rivaled only by the indomitable spirit
of immortal dreams daring defiance
one lived in abandon,
a course our memories left marked on the map,
now a deep wear-torn fissure in memoriam.
Come late goals,
lofty peaks,
longer treks,
rest stops postponed,
statistical time waning.
Finally…
Challenges lead ever higher,
pathfinder instincts give direction around and across
tributaries of melting seasonal past.
So long a wait...
How telling
the transition,
the crisscross into wiser routes,
the arm-chair-gaze-upon-pinnacles
one dares only attempt,
with wisdom’s protection
and evolution’s trusted movement.
Realistic wanderings
where once imagination ruled,
the now of reality remembered
packed safely in one’s forever-backpack.
Life’s mountainous passages,
occasion’s ever-changing topography,
history’s rock-hard experience retiring to scree,
tapering to a valley floor,
Time’s gradual erosion marking a well spent expedition
prepared to venture outside one’s neatly folded map.
So many ventures of another dimension await,
as uncharted imaginings continue into
the first steps of our next iteration.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron