Sojourn

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).