We wanderers have a right to be
on any path we choose;
known, or unknown in mystery.
Our passage may take many turns.
It may too often lead us astray
from the things for which we yearn.
One foot in front of the other is best,
taking time to consider our choices
while our minds and bodies rest.
Technology speeds us way too fast
telling us hurriedness marks success.
I choose a different pace to proceed,
unconcerned at the costs which occur
as I stroll, ignoring all inclination for greed.
Rights of passage are helpful guides
to push our plodding struggles
to the side, and save our pride.
I may not know when I will get to the place
I am truly meant to be.
I may not know when I will find a space
where I can do what I am meant to do.
I slowly mark my passage on this earth
one moment at a time, and look around.
I am surprised how far I have come since birth.
My right of passage soon may end.
I know not the how, nor when.
And then? And then?
I believe it will begin again.
annarino writes 