Wandering But Not Lost

I wanted to take this blog in a new direction. I want to publish my poetry and I think the best way to do that is through this blog. I plan to follow up this poem with an additional blog entry that tells the story behind the poem in question or what I think the poem is about. You’re free to use your “death of the author” card, but I hope that at least you can share this poem with people.

So without further ado, here’s Wandering But Not Lost.

Wandering, But Not Lost

Starting out on an uncharted path

Familiar ground a distant memory

Friends and foes and lovers past

And myself, a reverie

How strange it all is,

like a kaleidoscope

The world

Full of constants and variables

Possibilities as infinite as the stars

People like me

Out in the world

Wandering but not lost,

we find ourselves through the journey we take

We do not have an end in sight

because we can’t see an end.

We only know that the end is.

Like the last page of a long story

Right now, we are not there

Nor are we in the familiar beginning

Instead we find ourselves

Smack dab in the middle

Wandering, but not lost.