John Lentini

The End Of My Stay

 

So be gone soon am I

From this place that me so nurtured

Home be passed to new home

Leave again a womb do I

Enjoy every last second do I

Hate to leave

                  yet must I

      floating upon my raft on the lake

      in drunken stupor be I

      cool winds

      clear skies

      warm sun

      gentle waters

 

Miss this home will I

 

Did I choose right this time?

Must I really move on?

How much a part of this land am I

To look out at all

      is as if peering within a mirror

Yet move on do I

Roots in shifting sand be this womb

But to solid earth could make it I

. . .  if so chooseth me!

A victim of circumstance I am not

Though leadeth others to believe do I

The choice is mine

So chooseth I

To leave this land of plenty

The lesson of this land is clear

A puppet I am not

So chooseth I

So liveth I with the choice

To move on and see what comes