A Haunting Reverie

Here is where the downfall of thought resides:

You have come so far in life, have traveled near

and wide, and yet still hold memories and secrets

inside. There are the lighthearted and heavy

weights you have accumulated. The baggage is

a drag sometimes; thoughts of the finer times

still illuminate and inspire. The agrieved tides of

loss in remembering rise with frequency. At mid-

night alone and in the dark, a haunting sentiment

arrives—perhaps somewhere along the way, I

have misplaced or left the best of myself behind.

We are all on our individual journeys, and over

time I have come to realize that the reflective

traveler will eveitably share in this concern. Much

the same as the hundred year old oak tree displays

strength and endurance, providing beauty and com-

fort with its shade, it shall be missed when removed.

And so it is, sometimes, I recall that once stately oak

tree of my standing, summarily cleared from the field

of play by time, still looms lively in my state of mind.

Chris Hanch 11-21-29