Finally

Finally,

I’m moving through life at my very own pace

instead of trying to win someone else’s race.

I am

just what I am, not what I’ve been asked to be.

I’ve said many farewells – but not one to “me”.

Untitled

Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth…again.

Spoken words and messages – confusion now, and then.

One of us atop a perch, the other down below.

Which one of us is where, we don’t really seem to know.

Oh, how I wish I could leave you

to tend the green ivy willing and winding its way

through each little split in the back fence

threading each paling its own lush, silky winter coat.

It is quite cold, today.

Have you learned how to sew?

You said you would.

The ivy never promised the fence.