Landscape

Where can I go when the constraints, 

When there are constraints

But no space for constraints, 

Make me want to  

Run away

To anything

Anyone, any 

Possibility

Of braving 

The scariest leap I feel upon me 

To take into 

A universe not understood? 

Does it matter that I am old, a

Pilgrim cleaving to 

Ancient messages from 

Rivers and plains

Where understandings 

Grew and bloomed

Before age helped me 

In my stubborn recalcitrance 

Find my way

Into mystery

Now become comfort 

In the maelstrom?