my life has passed in a wandering way
like the path through Maygreen Meadow,
curving this way and that
with no apparent reason but that
nature seems to avoid straight lines
and sharp angles of any kind
I look at the trail and wonder
about the ways it could have gone
but didn't, the twists and turns
that didn't happen, might-have-been milestones,
explosions of stars never seen, maji
looking at the wrong part of the sky...
but never matter, it went as it went
because that's the way it went, and visions
never seen or counted fade from never-was
beyond that, there's no way through
that doesn't end at the other side
and Death doesn't care the course
that takes you to his door, so my life
is fine with me, I've followed the path
as it took me, not always happy
and sometimes afraid, but bedrock certain
that what I am is what I'm supposed to be
~Allen Itz