My New Room

It's good to be back to this place I've never been to It seems very empty if you look in from outside            But I've brought so many places and things back with me            So many people and ideas and questions and answers My new room is overflowing with the echoes of my time

As I get comfortable and put my feet up on a table As the postman tends my lines to the Great Beyond            So will I be developing another quest to conquer            Another box to open, another love to master My new life is my old life, just in a different form

The dreams I've carried with me thru the mountains and the valleys Across the oceans and the cities—they've kept my blood warm            Now my body settles and I hear the clock's gentle striking            But my time I merely measure as the distance door-to-door For The Room no walls can bound, and The Trek is to my liking

June '92 —D J Gilman