PONDERING

I will ponder
over many things
some are trivial
others not important
I must like
to hear myself talk
Walk around searching
stalk, stalk, stalk

I like to weed
the flower bed
and need to, too,
just to stay sane
but now is
not the season

I like to read
read good books
and for this
I have a reason
these other jobs
important; mundane

Water these plants;
Mop up the floors
Do you think it’s time?
The bigger thoughts,
the big ideas,
They may have to wait

Right now is the moment
for thinking it through;
It’s the time to
write down a plan.
I’m going to work on this
for quite a while

I hope I can find out
who I really am
I hope I can!
I hope I can!
Right now I feel like
an air borne bird
Not knowing where to land

I’m not looking
for an easy path,
But for the road to home
I’ll be alright
when I get there
And will no longer
have to roam

The feeling is there
I have it now:
The music, the sun
and the moon
And the sweet fragrance
of nature’s ecstasy

Stanski
January 10, 2020