Santa Sabina is such
A long way from
Brockton Massachusetts…
A whole continent.
How did I ever get here?
It surely wasn’t my idea,
Shifting coasts so long ago.
My heels dug furrows all
Across the country.
Where am I headed now?
How will I know when I
Get there? Will I know
Why I’m there? Will I know
Who I’ve become on the way?
There is a force that
Has shaped me from
The beginning – events,
Decisions beyond my ken.
Wild storms, World Wars
The relentless push to
Explore haunting questions,
And of course all those
Sudden relocations.
Does it matter what
I think, or do I just
Show up and receive
The blessings that abound…
– jml (4/2005)
