333. Where Are You Going
I found this poem that I wrote in 1977, thirty-six years ago. I’m not sure whether it has something to do with then, or with yesterday.
—
where are you going
why must you run
will you ever stop and slow down
what do you ache for
why do you cry
what do you cherish today
—
I cherish the song
and share it with strangers
who listen from space where they are
and I look through the clouds
and the tangles of living
to see the sky and a star
—
where are you going
what will you do
what are your furthermost dreams
how are you heading
how will you change
what will you reach for today
—
I’ll reach for the sun
and the buttercup that’s blooming
at the top of the field where I go
as I head for my mountain
I’ll hold out my hand
to a little girl that I know
—
where are you going
will you stay near
what is your ultimate goal
how can I find you
how will I know you
can I hold on somehow
—
I’ll blow of the tops of
a white dandelion
and follow the seeds where they go
I’ll climb and falter
and strut and stumble
and tiptoe where willow trees blow
—
© Copyright 1977 by Ann Freeman Price
