Moving on

Hi everyone,

As is so often the case, I found inspiration for this poem here at Goose Lake.

Grabbing onto the New

Up high a squirrel comes
to the end of a limb,
pauses, judges,
leaps claws-out into the void,
grabs a limb on the next tree,
moves on.

                     
                         I, below, watch,
remember times when I came
to the end of something,
faltered, clung to place,
and wonder if I
can learn from a squirrel
to leap into the new year
claws-out, and grab onto the future.

(c) 2025 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved