what road ahead
seems shorter
for passing into night
lest shadows fall
against a wiser sun
an imprint of my journey
where telling
might I go
deciding now
an ending not foretold

time
and I’ve remembered
the squander of my days
returned as one
untethered from the rest
a single step
when all about
the hurry for direction
one and then
another here –
the path revealed
to home

. . .