This is not
what I thought it was
when I started.
This is something else.
Good or ill,
or past the point
of judgement.
This must be why
they leave the best parts
of the story
for the end.
We all unfold
revealing complexity.
Layer by layer.
Deeper and deeper.
This all becomes
a bigger picture.
Infinite in scope
and detail.
What it was
from far away,
changes as we close our gaze.
The distance,
just an inch
over the years.
The insurmountable,
the hurdle,
chasms seemingly
uncrossable,
all seem so small,
their challenge humbled.
Everything disappears.
What am I becoming, now?
Barely even recognize myself.
Lost some friends
and demons quit my side,
but I’ve found new ones
in the by and by.
Maybe I’m the same,
and the whole world is mad?
Maybe it’s just my eyes
and the mind behind
that have grown
in how they see the land,
the sky,
and the sea.
This is not who I was
when I began;
is this still
the same reality?
Am I still me?
HG – 2020