THE SLOW ROAD
My own dreams
have been my waking day wander
through the wonder, done in ways
when my legs were much stronger,
my stride longer,
my head always telling my feet to move slower.
Many a watershed crossed both in time and over.
Chasing slow breezes to cradle me,
teaching me to use the wings I have,
sing the songs only my ears could hear
that others may share the beauty,
the poetry found everywhere.
Safe and secure never got me
anywhere worth going.
I had to see, dare, touch
to come to the knowing
of being a shadow,
a ghost to them who sped on by
that I live but a moment and that’s alright with me.
Fortune brought me slowly
to all the worlds I have seen,
some filled with people, others but a few,
all though, looking for
some peace in their being that is faithful, true.
There is no answer
that is right for me that will
exactly solve a question
for another it seems,
all must trust in the strength
of their own soul
to come to the waking wonder
of their own dreams.
© M Durfee
© M Durfee
43 years ago at 0500 I left my parents house to begin a life long journey. Every journey begins with some fear and the courage to take that first step away from the known.