Serenity

Enemy of the future, refusing to embark
Steadily into the present – stillness in the blood –
Serenity in the identity of a life in park.

No footsteps, no bread crumbs , no trails, no achievements, no legacy, no marks
Plenty left behind, but none of it begun, certainly none of it done;
Enemy of the future, refusing to embark.

Work, goals, and plans: All have too much bite and bark:
Agony and noise. There is no pride or poise for one stuck in deep mud.
Serenity in the identity of a life in park.

Change is impossible – Different is danger in the dark,
Staring backwards can be an art, under the same sun,
Enemy of the future, refusing to embark.

Debris and fallen leaves and who we used to be as the spark –
Clarity in the burn; Ecstasy in effort’s flood;
Serenity in the identity of a life in park?

Paused previously but ready to finally start,
Facing forward, once weak and young and an:
Enemy of the future, refusing to embark;
Serenity in the identity of a life about to restart.

Jessie Gutierrez