Poetry

Derecho

I keep hoping
Dreaming
that all that I have seen
and all that I have done and
all that I have been
would rise up
Conspire to
braid themselves together
into a derecho of intention
and with a headlong rush
stiffen the fickle
weathervane
of my mind
Rigidly fix it to point
the direction forward
in this second act of my
existence
This wandering
to and fro
back and forth
is taking me nowhere
A pointless place
where I have no desire to be
when the hand of the reaper
eventually finds me
and demands
an accounting

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