It’s always near the end
that I’m startled into presence—
my morning walk nearly over,
my coffee down to its last sip.
Where have I been? Where did
the middle go? I’ve been asking
all my life. But then what’s ending
shakes me back into my body,
the way autumn calls to you
with its waving yellows
and falling reds: “Witness me!”
it seems to shout. “I’m here
only for a moment.”
This poem is from my book of poems that walk with you through the seasons of heartbreak, rebirth, and homecoming.
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