Musings
©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson
how did I get to be
me here today
on purpose
or did it just
happen this way
maybe we have
people hiding inside
we don’t choose one
over
the
other
somehow, we just
glide
from the past
to the present
us. No fuss,
but no victory either
the gliding thing’s
risky
if you want to
soar
air currents
can’t be trusted
you know
I wonder who the
future me
will be
I guess we’ll
see
