This piece of black ribbon
marks the page,
keeps my place,
shows me where I am.
Such a little thing,
drawn out, inexplicably
to great consequences.
Snapping a change in perspective.
Not sure where I really am,
and then,
I see me
in strange clarity.
Never saw it all from here.
All of a sudden,
I
have drawn out
a new appreciation
for knowing where I am.
The conscious acknowledgement
of the past.
The, head up,
eyes forward,
view of the future,
and the ability to eschew
all of the turmoil,
and chaos,
and influence factors,
all,
if only for a second.
This little piece of black ribbon
marks where I am today,
but tomorrow,
I will have moved on;
carried on
by time
and circumstance.
This temporary
moment of clarity
inures itself into my bones,
changes my life by degrees,
and calls me forward.
I just want to be alive.
Long gone are my dreams
of being identified.
Now, I’m a leaf on the wind,
a voice in the trees.
Not where I thought I’d be,
but here I am,
all the same.
Time to move
that little black ribbon
over to the next page.
HG – 2020