Where Are You Going

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.

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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

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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