while still allowed the views

 

pull out into view

every day, I hope to check in with my psyche:

are there constellations of meaning in my sky

whose patterns I need to notice? and to chronicle?

my life moves forward,

and I am along for the ride,

each poem I write is as if I reach a pull-out

with a view that beckons me to notice it,

to pause, and then to realize where I am,

and to notice what reveals itself to me, now, before me,

the journey pulls me forward,

and eventually all will end,

I want to chronicle what I can

while I am still allowed the views.

by Henry H. Walker

April 4, ‘25