MY LIFE IS REACHING ITS LOW TIDE

Wave after wave, furtively, its moves away

From the grounded embrace of its home port.

I was born on Terra Firma, unaware that one day

I would straddle the oceans on a long-distance journey.

Many a sea I have roamed:

Arctic seas, boisterous and choleric,

That failed to make me sink in the abysses of despair.

Tropical seas, calm and cheerful,

That granted me asylum when I went there for refuge

To regain health, strength, and courage

After being tossed around by the tempests in their rage. …

Here I stand now, on the threshold of my sixties,

My purse empty, but my heart filled with eclectic souvenirs

Amassed along the way:

Invaluable friendships polished by the backwash

And which, for sure, are well worth their weight in gold,

White seashells, golden pebbles, old almanacs…

I know with certitude that the customs officials of the Great Beyond

Will wave them through without a frown or a question.

Yes, these unpretentious treasures will escort me in my astral voyage

Toward the enchanting shores of the Mansion Worlds - my next

destination.

My life is reaching its low tide

Anyas Spencer, Medford, Oregon, July 26, 2013