Mystery

What will you do?
Hmmmmm
Will you write? Will you work?
Hmmmmm
Will you like living in the country
Where it's dark at night?
Won't you miss the sounds of passing cars
And neighbors passing by?
Hmmmmm
Won't you miss your solitude?
What if you and Maggie disagree?
Will you have your own space,
And will it be enough?

Maybe I will learn to meditate
Spend early mornings in a yoga pose
Maybe I'll find a job at Starbucks
Or at a small bookstore or as
A greeter at Walmart.
Maybe the moon will shine brighter
And I'll see new constellations
In the darker nights
Maybe I'll hear new bird sounds
And maybe I'll walk new paths to meet new neighbors
Maybe Maggie and I will find even deeper
Love and respect for each other.
Maybe we'll teach one another
And maybe space will be more fluid
And we'll be surprised at where it happens

I look forward to newness and
Hope to embrace what I don't now know.
I've seen the sun rise off the deck at Maggie's house
And watched it set in splendor from the front porch
I've heard and watched new birds
And reveled in the gorgeous flower beds
I've even met new people who await my coming
With words of invitation and friendship
I've seen my space and the possibility of
New and different spaces
Questions don't need answers when you
Move toward people and things you love
There's mystery in the moving
In the arriving and in the living

I love a good mystery!