a creature of story
we are very much creatures of story:
protagonist, antagonist, conflict,
we are drawn to tragedy, to comedy,
to immersing ourselves in others' stories,
while also wanting to tell the story of our lives,
of having it all make sense,
with us as protagonist,
shaping, and reshaping, the world
to fit our dreams for ourself,
now I am at a point
when I'm more a bit player, an extra,
living in that nebulous world of "happily ever after,"
retirement should be of being at the top of the mountain,
appreciating the view,
appreciating the memories of the journey up,
and holding each moment of the glories sunset reveals,
while accepting the reality of the day ending,
part of me wants to be back in the action,
I throw myself into books, into streaming shows,
vicariously, I am still in living stories
that keep me alive to fear, to worry,
to the exultation when rightness is regained,
I want to still matter,
to still be worth my salt,
the story maybe is mostly finished with me,
I hope to be worth a mention
as I live the denouement.
by Henry H. Walker
June 1, ‘26
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