Friday, August 12, 2011

Orange Crocs

Fifty-year “old” lady
Wearing orange crocs
Because they make her smile!

Who will I be
When I emerge from this cocoon?
A Qigong Teacher …
A Student Aid …
Or someone we’ve never met before

The world goes on
Transitions continue to take place
All around me
While my life, my life is on hold

I begin to wonder
Will I recognize this place?
Will I fit back in
After being “gone” so long

Or will I wake up in a different world
Where the “old” one just doesn’t make sense
And no one recognizes me

I cannot fathom
I have no idea
Where I will be
When I emerge

Awaiting the promised beauty of what will be