At times it feels that life itself is ebbing away
As the distant feeling of sublime understanding
Trickles away in the circular meeting of our togetherness.
At times it feels like that sudden glimpse of something
Offers enough recognition to know the thing I need
Is there to grasp and hold; It slips away, relentlessly moving.
At times it feels as though we, in our carefulness,
Care little for the fact that others cannot understand
The utterances we make in our vain hope of recognition.
At times we feel lost and alone in our togetherness
As the disappointment of hope shatters in the resounding
Openness of the circle, laying bare the movement of our shaping.
In seeing the movement of our togetherness, in its full horror,
And going on regardless, in the knowledge of your care,
I know at last that I have grown to understand the realities of life.
In growing to my understanding it is time to say goodbye
Expressed in the voice I have found, an explanation of my departing.
I have grown and flown the nest, a full adulthood now to explore.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. ANOTHER JOURNEY BEGINS. Page Number 97.