roads crooked or straight
mountains climbed
wanderings through lowlands
uncertain fords over rivers or streams
in the moment memory forgets
pains and joys, fear and excitement
intensity lost in the wake of time
etched into fine crevices on our faces.
stretches lost imagination and rememberings
memory stripped of today’s knowings.
Humility for the child, teen, young adult
only doing what they were able while they grew.
“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”
~ Anita Desai
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