Figuring Out Life While Aging
Crossposted – https://joanvinallcox.substack.com/p/moving-through-liminal-time
Standing on a threshold
with the past pulling away,
while facing a dark
pathless space
is daunting.
Can I hope
the pathway
I was trying to shape
will find my heart
if I close my eyes and trust?
I’ve lost the password to what used to be my life.
The air is strange and I’m losing my sense of balance.
I search through remnants scattered in the home I sold,
Wondering what to keep, or sell, or trash.
In the coffeeshop, the chatter is of family discord:
Recent losses, expected deaths, and mangled hopes
Fall like tears from the balcony, splashing on me,
Where I sit, trying to create a new password.
Remnants of other lives
invade, infest, infuse my life,
enlighten me, cling to me.
drag me down, lift me up,
surround me.
I persist
pushing the furniture
of my past,
clearing space
so I can see.
Learning Living 