Where I Am Going

Where I Am Going

 

Kaye Thompson Fields

I am going inwards, in search of my authentic self,

tired of running the roads, heavy loads, punctuality,

accountability to others, weary of life as connect

the dots activity, a continuous challenge to hatch

new plots, schemes, chase elusive futile dreams.

Inside me is where I choose

to be, so much rich ore to be mined

from my mother lode, so many poems

to savor, countless words to write

spiced with my personal flavor. No

more time to waste outside my own space.

Acquired all I need

with reckless, heedless speed,

now perched in my own nest, I

will curate the best, donate what fails

to resonate or delight. To read at

will, to contemplate, to dream both

day and night, no more flight from hindsight.

 

I have arrived at last at my destination.

All hail, hours spent in quiet contemplation.