Broken brown leaves
litter the path from my door.
As I breathe the air today
I see myself leaving,
taking nothing with me.
I have said goodbye to
the saved greeting cards,
to the treasured lines of poetry
scratched on scraps.
The fragments of lover’s gifts,
shards of childhood memories
I’ve thrust into the hands of others
for them to keep or destroy.
In my house I leave behind memories
of children’s voices, Christmas carols,
parties, sadness, sickness,
visitors, ghosts of pets who shared
days in the now silent rooms.
What I’ve gathered from moon and sun
I’ll take with me on my journey through
cosmic dust. I face light and darkness
ahead with the self I’ve learned to love.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * Nov.2011 * All Rights Reserved
“The only journey is the journey within.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
“And you? When will you begin your long journey into yourself?”
Posted for OLN @dVersePoets on 11/8/2011
dVersePoets on 11/8/2011