Scrappy winter lingered on till<\/p>\n
Hopes of spring withered silently,<\/p>\n
Daffodils became an erstwhile memory,<\/p>\n
Greenery a mythology.<\/p>\n
\nBefore winter life scuffed on laboriously,<\/p>\n
Each day hung on the day before,<\/p>\n
The thread of life was missing,<\/p>\n
Hope turned into rueful effort.<\/p>\n
\nStill I was able to make myself happy now and then,<\/p>\n
Seeing a luminous contour in humanity,<\/p>\n
Picking up a pretty pebble in dust,<\/p>\n
Forgetting myself in other lives.<\/p>\n
\nWhat is it that has stolen music out of a song,<\/p>\n
Benediction from a prayer,<\/p>\n
Connections in a picture,<\/p>\n
Point in an argument?<\/p>\n
\nBut today I have lightened my baggage,<\/p>\n
Giving away most of material possessions,<\/p>\n
Social perches,<\/p>\n
Worldly trappings.<\/p>\n
\nBut the difference it has made is not obvious,<\/p>\n
Old fault lines are still cracking,<\/p>\n
Tranquility is still an idea,<\/p>\n
Aimlessness is real.<\/p>\n
\nI do not know wisdom,<\/p>\n
Have been following natural inclinations,<\/p>\n
When will a design flower,<\/p>\n
And make me its element?<\/p>\n
\nToday I have given up everything,<\/p>\n
Do not know if that was wise,<\/p>\n
Journey is long but humanity is large.<\/p>\n