The Process

A telegram arrived,

A statement of fact.

My head raised

And I looked to the horizon

And nodded acceptance.

And more than made the best of it.

An adventure began.

With my band of brothers,

We urged our ponies into gallop,

And had some fun

On the twisting turning mountain trails.

And I linked arms with my destiny

And made friends with the dusk,

The starlit dark sky watching from the wings.

In the interim.

The fun was yesterday.

My friends have stepped back.

The release is some distance ahead.

And the lumpy time asks its own questions.

In the interim.

I guess I’m not finished learning yet.

It’s not only how you process the prospect,

But how you live through the process.