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Walking, remembering, and learning
I’ve encountered so much outdoors,
Held all within reach
The park, the beach, where my spirit is free,
Breathing the same calm, cool air everywhere,
But with different views to see.
Walking, I reminisce about the past,
Recollecting my teenage clothes closet
And a bureau of delicate trinkets I have outgrown.
These were my precious possessions.
Value, then, unknown.
Stairs up to the attic,
Old but held their own.
I’d search through treasures up there.
Despite unpainted walls and worn light fixtures
Rediscovery of an interesting item remained my only care.
Then I dreamt of new scenes,
Ignoring beauty right in my hand
I reached for thoughts from my mind.
Creativity allowed that
While leaving the rest behind.
Repeated over and over
The energy was pulled from both worlds.
Emerges confusion and doubt,
I ran myself in both directions.
A bit worn, I looked for a way out.
Now, the air outside reminds me.
I do not have to choose.
To honor the moment is part of life’s plan,
With persistence, I dream and create,
Clearly, I learned that I can.
