oops, I went into a fugue of emptiness, or something. Here is my latest, current poem. I need to dig into some boxes to get to the Nursing stuff, which I will return with in a few days.

What Matters

You may start with something
And it never finishes
But you started, and that is what matters;
Think of things you started and lost
And everything
Ended in tatters,
The journey is life
And life is the journey
It's all about learning and attention,
Insignificant now
Or so it may seem
At the end, may be an honorable mention.

What I have learned
In the course of my years
Has left me open, to the all of potential,
All that may seem
Unconnected and divided
Is but the seed, of the utmost sequential,
Every step of the way
Every motion of breath
Has a purpose to the end of all action,
But we know from our physics
Motion never finds rest
There is always some kind of distraction.

Fibril_late;
11/24/07