Look into the light
The tide slips silently out.
Review your whole life.
The days become years, of that there’s no doubt.
Currents unyielding, forces prevail.
Channels are dredged into paths often tread.
Jumping is an option rarely considered.
The topside is where it is real.
Behind lies a foggy beginning at best.
Before lays the finish and well deserved rest.
Going with the tide in a channel well-traveled.
Walking on water at last.
My plan for the future is straight and it's true.
Arching before me, through colors of blue.
Away in the distance it fades out of sight.
Enclosed, in a shroud of ethereal light.
I’m not sure what's out there,
But I'm going to find out.
Onward.~Jay Olson
