As I gazed in the mirror at my wood wicked chair I wondered what was is to come. A dove flighted off a branch and I wondered; wondered deep.
Wandering through the paths of all the “could be’s” and the “might’s.”
To a deep wonder.
I stood gazing back at my old life.
Had I achieved enough in the past?
I briefly will look back as I walk down the graduation aisle.
Did I do enough?
Did I stay the path?
As I extend my arm to toss my cap.
The dove fly’s on.