Close and Far. Near Again.
Poem by Linda J Wolff
Not ascending, but without descending.
If I could be near enough to grasp my true-self,
will I capture the essence of it in a evolutionary capsule
or hear the footsteps of myself starting over at the bottom,
knowing that I’ve been here before.
And a repeated step. Mental steps beyond other
steps elsewhere to different places, like
songbirds singing echoes through
wandering mountain ranges, constituting a return.
What is beyond the repeated pattern yet another
combination of footsteps, another series of lessons
and exerted efforts? Dynamics change
from place to place, lesson to lesson, transference
of answers to be yielding. Are we listening?
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