Always traveling winding round
Faster, slower, success bound
Long is the river of the prime voyage
I'm at the delta of revision
I've brought myself with my sediment
Like the bottom of a wine bottle
All that's left after a rich life savored
To a large and endless horizon
A large body of water, new to me
With no obvious current or direction
I cannot go back up against the stream
So I sit here in the delta
Letting the muddied waters settle.
-Kelly Voelker
