Wishing Well
I have no doubts about my life
How it took shape and form
And why the chisel cut so close,
Without tire
As the excess dropped down;
I longed to scoop a handful up
To pocket away
But better I knew
Better still
The lesson hard
Learning and relearning
Taught by ticking time:
To let go …
Of
Youth beyond
Love old and new
Pots of gold
Color of a rose
Touch too warm, to be cold
A dusty road, concrete
Puddle of regrets,
Boxed underneath the bed
Words left unsaid
The face in the mirror
Death your own
Understanding that
In the fullness
Opening and closing
It is less, not more
That is required
To live
Well
TL