The Uncertainty
of thirty
not as great as that of twenty
or more likely
I am just more comfortable in it
swimming in uncertainty
for over a decade now
a familiar
almost comforting
concoction
the I don’t knows
come and go more freely
I don’t grip at them
so tightly
I feel
on the right track
most days
which track is that?
who knows,
it is not for me to concern
myself with matters
of the future
only of today
getting easier to trust
my own footsteps
I have let go of so much
and with each further step
I am shedding
old burdens, woes, skin
my eyes feel bright
there is a light glimmering there
is it mine?
who knows,
the point is not where it came from
but that it exists
and I must guard it
kindle it
nourish it
the inner light
for which I am so grateful
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