Close and Far. Near Again. | Poem | Linda J Wolff

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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?