as the road forks
we emerge unscathed, if a little ruffled
the year drones into long hot days
gratitude shows up at just the right moment,
late at night, drinking whiskey alone.
now all that I have has been divided
some years discarded, some given away
in the echoing undulations of time
each triumph opens onto a vista
cultivating grace in rocky terrains
I am humbled by my gentler kin