‘Though the Winds Still Blow
Reflections are imperfect, it’s true, but instructive, nonetheless. They allow us to look back over those roads we followed in our youth, with a mind to mapping the ones we have yet to encounter. Here are a few of mine, in haiku form— from my aging eyes, the boy I once was looks out— hardly changed at all Or so it can seem. I know he’s with me, although I encounter him less frequently now in my daily pursuits. Perhaps he struggles, as do I, against the inexorable weight of the years— the boy is within the man, still, but hard to find as age o’ertakes him Despite that, however, the persistent, exuberant boy I once was still urges me forward on his youthful quests, unfettered as he is by the physical restraints enshrouding the me who is me now— the sails of my youth, once hoist, are often furled now, ‘though the winds still blow Do I regret that I can no longer join that boy to play as once I did, that I cannot oblige him as he coaxes me onward? Of course! But, do I regret the choices I made, whether wise or foolish, when I was him those many years ago? Well, I have scant time to dwell on that— regrets? some, maybe— but I can’t go back to change the pathways I’ve trod It’s the mapping of the road ahead that is most important to me now, however short or long it may prove to be, and the welcoming of each new adventure that awaits— the uncertainty of finishing pales next to the joy of starting So, in spite of my inability now to cavort and engage in those many pursuits I all too often took for granted, I still search out that boy each day—hoping he will not tire of my company, welcoming his encouragement, remembering how I loved being him— now well beyond my diamond jubilee, the man is still the boy
This post is truly beautiful Brad; reflective, poetic and very thought provoking. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Thanks, Pat…..I love the haiku structure…..helps distill thoughts and feelings!