What was it that brought me here and when do I leave,
Was it a magical wind from down by the lake,
Or a salty ocean breeze?
Did it place me here to ride out time and other lifelong storms,
Or did it simply plant me here to keep life moving on?
Was it that I was to travel through and change another’s life,
Or walk with someone who was lost acting as their guide?
When was the time or day to come that I’d finished out this ride
And take the saddle from my steed as we crossed to the other side?
When did life take control with a pull and little push
Leading me upon my travels through the bramble and broken bush
Then when back upon the road on the other side of town
Left me to go on my own to discover the world around!
To see the darkness in life’s light
To taste the sweetness in ripe fruit and bitterness in green rinds
To learn from all that I encountered
The meaning of life’s tides….