There is a barrier
at the top of the stairs,
but I’ll climb them anyway, for
I’m drawn by curiosity to this place.
I sense a calm and reflective beauty here
but still, I haven’t found what I’m looking for.
Will I know it when I see it – that place or thing I seek?
Maybe not, but I’ll keep looking. Each step forward changes the view.
Perhaps, it’s just around the corner; but quite possibly it’s forever out of reach.
Before I post a poem, I go to my photo archives and select a picture that I think best represents the poem. It’s not my trademark necessarily, it’s just the way I do things. In this case, the photo is almost too perfect. It makes you think I wrote the poem about this particular place, but I did not. The poem is an urge to move forward, to constantly search for new people to meet, new places to go and new knowledge to gain. Staying grounded in the present is often boring; the past is a good place to visit, but not to dwell; so I look forward. Always forward!
Photo taken in Pitlochry, Scotland