where

where, where
the compass would be spinning
and not find polar north.

direction is seldom needed
I guess
when we need simply to begin.

I couldn’t ask
nor expect, nor dream
for a journey like this one.

we flew, oh yes,
and the carbon emissions
gathered in the storm clouds.

we bathed, oh yes,
and the beads of water
flicked off our wet towels.

we climbed, oh yes,
and the mountains folded
neatly like I now can do to shirts.

but a starting point?
I guess the lingering of doubts
one year ago gives ample clues.

where we were,
it wasn’t the place.
that irrelevance is demonstrated.

where to go,
it wasn’t to be prescribed.
that was evident.

it was where
I needed salvation from
in this little life.

so where to begin?
when ends are not supposed
to be so descriptive?

the days churned out events,
occurrences, actions,
and oh yes, experiences.

the nights churned out dreams,
happenings, parties,
and oh yes, nightmares.

but in some strange way
it wasn’t where but how.
it was how to be.

and I found an answer,
fortunately, where I knew
I could be okay.

it was simple,
like the clouds, or the rain.
they know how to be good.

and so I chose to be,
also. to be good.
to be happy.

where to begin?
how about there?
why not, friend?