Still Here

"You're only given a little spark of madness, and if you lose that, you're nothing. Note, from me to you... Don't ever lose that cause it keeps you alive" Robin Williams

Each evening

My feet find their way

Along the lake shore

Without me.

I am elsewhere

Climbing glaciers with you

In a dimension where I said, "yes."

If all things must exist,

Then I took your hand

And I am dancing in circles

Beside the fire

While you play sweet notes

Into the night air.

Along the lake,

I can almost believe

Almost find my way to you

Before the path ends,

Circling me back

To the beginning again

Where this walk must end

With myself,

Still here.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Thoughts take a being in walks that make his/her own way, gently searching, sometimes finding, often staying. The bliss is being in the same safe place and knowing how to take up a true and loving residency. Your search is worth so many tributes. Tis real.

[Joli Dy]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Re-Pete]

we enter the world alone and exit it alone. nothing ventured, nothing gained even if only in our dreams. desire is a fire. mesmerizing.

[Joli Dy]

And so, too, is regret. Thank you very much for your review.

[Paul in the Buff]

My own bias might be clouding how I interpret this, but isn't that kind of the way art works?

Anyway... I feel very called out by this poem.

[Joli Dy]

Loss and regret are difficult sycophants to shake n'est-ce pas?

[Paul in the Buff]

Life is full of what ifs.

Sometimes they're difficult to ignore.

[Joli Dy]

Yeah, I'm living in a big what-if.

[Paul in the Buff]

I think we all are. We all have to make decisions in our lives, or gain knowledge after the fact and wonder what would have been if we chose differently, or knew differently.

I always tell people, we can ask what if, but we can't live with regrets. We do the best we can, and we make our choices in moments with the knowledge and emotions available to us in that moment. That's often the best we can do.