collage by Margaret Bednar
Sojourn
My thoughts
ride the currents
along the Atlantic,
a migratory pattern
not unlike the Monarch.
Perhaps more an escape
than a disciplined,
pre-planned route,
timeline to adhere.
Instead, I wander;
parameters of time
disregarded.
Find myself in decades past,
lamenting decisions
I can not change;
careening forward,
wishful of a metamorphosis.
Why the Atlantic?
I'm not sure
other than it's a place
I love to dip my toes,
watch the sunrise,
collect seashells,
lose myself on the horizon,
feel His presence,
witness the journey
of the butterfly;
a fellow sojourner,
seeking, searching,
losing track of time...
contemplating eternity.
Like the Monarch,
make a pilgramage yearly,
a temporary repreive
from the day to day,
otherwise, like a prayer
or the tingle of fingertips,
this daily sojourn,
this centering,
this sustenance.
by Margaret Bednar, September 23, 2023
This is linked with "Poets and Storytellers United - Friday Writings #25 - Losing Track of Time".
I gave myself 10 minutes to write - close my eyes, feel the response, go with the flow, so to speak, edit very little and just post it. Quite the opposite of how I usually write. I did have my collage to inspire the direction of my thought - that is usual for me (some sort of image of mine - photo, drawing, collage).
